She’s beautiful, for the way she thinks. She’s beautiful, for that sparkle in her eyes when she talks about something she loves. She’s beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile when she’s sad. She’s beautiful, deep down to her soul.
And when they ask me how I knew she’s the one, I’ll tell them, “Because she loves me in spite of all the unlovable pieces she has to pick up.”
Baby, tap it!
