People ask why i love her, i say
I love the whey she twirls her hair when she talks to me, and the sparkle in her eyes when she says she love me.
I love her sweat innocent voice whispering in my ear, and her soft hand on mine.
I love how she pretends to be scared to be close to me.
I love how she talks about me with her friend like I'm not around, when I am.
I love her honesty, she will never cheat on me.
I love that she tells me she loves me, even when the words are not needed.
I love her laugh, and she laughs at my jokes even when they aren't funny.
But it does not matter why i love her, or how much
Because
she isn't real.



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