Loving her, is late night crying and tender comforts. Loving her, is morning messy hair and blushing smiles. Loving her, is scarred skin that shows where she's been. Loving her, is times of insecurity. Loving her, is days full of happiness and laughter, and days where she wants to do nothing more than lay in bed crying. Loving her, is distractions beyond belief. Loving her, is the way her voice crackles when she's crying. Loving her, is moments of silence that speak volumes. Loving her, is the way she picks at her food and is very quite when something is troubling her. Loving her, is disagreeing with her when she says she's not beautiful. Loving her, is an experience. But most of all; loving her, is my entire life.