How did I love her? Or don’t you mean how didn’t I love her?
I could sit there and count all the freckles on her cheeks shadow by shadow.
The way she had this innocent look in her eye even though she had the whole world in the palm of her hands. They way each strand of hair would fall off her shoulder when she walked or that 1 dimple she has on her right cheek that always seems to capture my eye everytime I look at her. When we hug it feels like my other half is found where like a puzzle that has finally be solved. When her pale soft lips are up against mine and I pull her closer and closer… that’s how I loved her and I always will.