I love her bright blue happy eyes, how expressive her eyebrows are.
I love her cute little nose, her mouth, and the way her lips move when she speaks.
I love her smile, the way her lips frame her perfect teeth.
I love her close cropped hair, the way it sticks up at odd angles.
I love her side profile, the way she looks when she is searching for something.
I love when she pokes her tongue out at me and sarcastically rolls her eyes.
I love her small back tattoo and the one on her arm.
I love her hands, the way her fingers move when she knits or texts.
I love the way her rings look on her fingers.
I love the shape of her body the way it curves and moves.
I love her eyelashes, the way they flutter when she’s sleepy.
I love the way she looks laying down, comfortable, cuddly, and warm.
I love the way she she looks when she’s making breakfast, how she has to stand on her toes to reach something.
I love to watch her in utter fascination as she puts on clothing or takes it off.
I love how she looks when she’s just woken up, and the way she smiles when she sees me.
I love the way she gets my heart pounding, and the way she turns me on.
I love the way she chews her food as she focuses on me.
I love the way she looks when she sows off her cute panties to me.
I love the way she drifts off to sleep.
I love when she mumbles about her homework or what have you.
I love the way she hums with out even really noticing she does it.
I love the way she fixes her hair, and fluffs it when its bothering her.
I love the way she speaks to me the way she talks and the expressions she uses
I love her desire to take care of me the way she gets concerned about me.
I love how she looks when she is frustrated.
I love how she takes care of me and loves me despite my flaws and how messed up I am.
I love the way she loves me.
I love her laugh and her yawns.
I love everything about her, and I keep finding things that make me fall even more in love with her.