I'm still not sure quite sure when it happened. When I decided that she was the only one I wanted in my life. Her hand was the only hand I wanted in mine, and her smile was the only smile that I wanted to cue mine to happen. The butterflies that danced in my stomach when she was around were the nicest and most enjoyable butterflies I've felt, and I've encouraged them to stay. I couldn't help but let my face light up as her image formed in my mind.
It wasn't even her perfect green eyes that shone with gold around her pupil. Or the little freckles that dotted her face sitting happily above the rosiness of her high cheek bones. To be honest, it wasn't even the way her short red hair framed her perfect oval face that made me love her. It was everything else that made her so irrespirable.
The way her hand was three times smaller than mine but seemed to fit perfectly into place. Her head barely made it to my shoulder and in the time it took for me to bend to kiss her perfect lips, made me fall in love with her all over again. I'd buy candles filled with her scent. A scent only to be described as a warm fruity musk that instantly made my heart beat slow and quicken all in the same time. Because she was the only person I knew who smelled like this, and that excited me.
My door opened a crack allowing my room to be filled with that welcoming scent. Her smile shown bright and my arms opened to greet her warm body. My long arms gave her body a place to rest and her head returned the favor to my chin.
"I missed you." She mumbled into my chest. The breath of her words seeped through my thin shirt giving me Goosebumps, making the butterflies jump awake. They danced in rhythm to her beating heart and your bodies stayed intertwined.
"I love you, Kelsey." I took her face in my hands and slowly leaned in until our lips barely touched. And in that moment I knew, nobody else would ever do. It was only her.