I never really told anybody what she means to me.

I met her shortly after my father died and I was very damaged. I am still damaged to this day but just the thought of her gives me hope and strength. Even when she's mad at me, I can think about her during a really bad situation and somehow I find the strength to get through it all. She has a fiery personality that protects the most beautiful soul I've ever seen in my life. When I look into her eyes, the world actually makes sense and I feel like I have a purpose. When I hold her, I feel like nobody could ever hurt me and I would never let anybody hurt her. I love her awkward moments. I love her shy smile. She's the first person I want to tell when something amazing happens. She's the person that I am the most proud of and the person I'm always rooting for. She's my favorite reason to wake up in the morning and the first part of any plan I make for the future. I could never stop loving her even though she's gone. I could never hate her even if she's with somebody else. Hers is the number I hope I see every time my phone rings. Lately it never is her number but for some reason I can't lose hope. If she died, I would die. I want to grow old with her. I want to raise a family with her. When we pass away I want to be buried next to her. I don't know if she's ever heard me say any of this but she has always been the one that could set my soul on fire. I love her. I can't stop loving her. I've tried and it's no use. I'm capable of many things but not being head over heels for her is not one of them.