As I look down at her, my eyes strain out of focus from tiredness, they focus back on her, her head laying on my shoulder, I can feel her warmth of her body on mine, even tho I’m extremely fatigue I am also crowed with exhilaration and anxiety but at the same time I’m happy. She’s so beautiful, I fantasise about my hand slowly sliding across her arm intertwining my fingers around hers, her lips, kissing them would make me so happy. I can see her nose, the light from the tv reflecting on it, I can see every detail of her face, even tho its a normal nose I am drawn to it, to its features and details. I can’t stop staring. My eyes are locked on her, drawn with ambition of how I can make her happy, how I can make her feel, I’m drawn to the way she smells, to the way she looks at people, her voice, I can’t describe it. Everything is so perfect. I’m involve with every single flaw and detail, to me she is the most interesting, beautiful person in the world. Even though people not notice the flaws on her I do, but to me there not flaws, there what makes her unique, what makes her herself and I am deeply in-love with all of it, all the things she hates I desire, all the details she ignores, I crave, all the beautiful aspects she doesn’t see I am utterly in-love with.