I knew that this infatuation wasn't really the best idea to let guide even a small amount of life, but whenever I see her, my heart races fast, and it leaves my head spinning.

There must be something in her small stature that deceives those on her strength, both physical and mental.

She appears cute as if sculpted out of some Belorussian technique to create the perfect, miniature doll yet they left her heart out of that as she never seems to have been one who acted without some motivation.

I find the fact that she challenges me constantly and proves herself so strong more appealing than anything else.

I love it when I get the chance to see her eyes lit up in genuine cheer and see how they soften when she is content and feeling particularly kind.

I love that despite all of her strength, her tiny hands are just the right size to be dwarfed by my larger ones.

I love the way she can read me so easily even though often times I feel as if she is some complex puzzle that all of eternity would not be able to allow me time to figure her out.

I really do love all of those complexities that leave me dazed and confused most of the time.

I love the way that her smiles brighten the world moment after moment as if the world had suffered some kind of drought before them, and the rare smiles became a sort of rain to nourish everything.

I'm not really a good enough poet to describe how that makes me feel and how my heart soars at her presence and at her every smile and softly spoken word.

I never knew why Papa was attracted to Dad so much, I guess.

I never understand how a grouchy Brit attracted a gentle flirt and yet somehow she makes that so clear to me.

It was never about the mean words or the occasional attitude; it was always about how everything beautiful thing made the world and you feel.

It was about how every second they spent with you meant the world, because if they disliked you truly, you would not be in their life and would know why.

It's very honest to a fault even if they may not always say the honest truth; you can read it with how they are with you even if you may be hopeless with knowing how to read it.

I know that despite my everything, Natalya, the nation of Belarus, loves me even with how it changes the way the world may look at us or the way cultures may grow.

We love each other, and of nothing else, am I more sure of.