She.

She is Morphine. She is happiness. She is the cement that fills the void. She is beautiful in her existence. She is breath-taking.

          Her voice; It’s a song played on loop. It’s your drug. It’s your addiction. It’s your rehab. It’s the voice that rings inside your head, over and over and you do not complain about. Her voice soothes your inner battles. It relaxes you. It’s that dose of cough syrup nobody has a problem with. Her voice is like blood inside your veins. Her voice blurs your world and it’s just her voice inside your head that you really need.

          Her presence is like sunshine; you need it. Her smile is beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. She is like the sound of waves. She’s like tea; you need it. You need Her. She is like basking in moonlight on a beach, where you are surrounded by the dark blue sky married to the stars and the waves echo your heart beat.

          She is like a roller coaster ride; she will take you on a ride with all your emotions. She is like the Ferris wheel, the London Eye; she is the moment when you are stopped at the top of the wheel. She is like a library; a library with minimal furniture. She is that moment when you are sitting with your love, coffee in your hand and talking about the world.

          She is a beauty. She is the reason why you smile. She is the reason why you stare at that video of a heart beating from a massive hole in the chest. She is the reason why you would do it all over again. She is the one you’ll follow into the dark. She is patience; all the patience in the world. She is your dream about the future. She is the sound of your deafening heartbeat you hear at 2 am in the morning. She is a Swarovski.