You can make me feel all fuzzy and warm, in my heart. You can make me grin all day. You never fail to make things seem better than ever. The littlest thing, can make my day. You. Just you, alone. I can rattle on and on forever about you but I can never find where to start. It seems weird to be describing you because words are never enough. Words may speak a million languages, pictures may paint a thousand words. You would not be able to fit because you’re so much more. You’re like a phase that has to be experienced to understand.
Deep down, I know how impossible it is. Impossible is not nothing. You don’t go around liking someone, and at the same time, bringing sadness to others. Food may make me happy, make my world go round but no amount of food can be compared to you. I know I’m not the funniest girl around, not the prettiest, not even average maybe. I’m far off, under the ranks, compared to her. I guess. But, spare me some brownie points and think of me every now and then? Let every 11:11 I see be because of you.
One day, I’ll move on. Scout’s honour.