This is a bit of an embarassing post, but since my girlfriend doesn't read it, it should be fine. Heads up, you might find it overly cute, cringe, cheesy, and will totally believe I'm really down bad for someone. Truth is, I am.

Not just to me, to everyone. Talking to her cheers your day up. It's brilliant. It's lovely. It's really wonderful. If I feel down, I just text her. Knowing her, she'd respond to my messages in almost no time because I'm her favourite human ever. (I have no idea why, but this just makes me cherish her so much more. She's amazing, and she's so so smart, I can't even 😭, WHY IS SHE SO AMAZING?!)

She doesn't make friends easily, and for a very good reason. Friends are a group you should be curating very carefully anyways. And I learned that from her. She's not a nice person to everyone. You don't need to be. You have your own space, and others need to respect that. They just can't walk over you like you don't exist. However, not being nice does not give you the right to not be kind. And yes, the two are different, and she taught this to me. She shows kindness to everything around her, living or not. She always sees the most peaceful and serene way of doing things. Everything, from parking her bicycle in a way such that the pole's paint isn't damaged, to pushing a potted plant slightly out so that it receives the warmth of the sun, to petting the stray cat while giving it treats, to stopping traffic just to help an old lady cross the road slowly. She's kind, it's just her way of life, fully ingrained in her.

I kid you not. She's probably one of the smartest people on the planet. This is very serious and not a joke. Both academically and street-smart. In fact, our first meet was because of acads, lol 😆. However, we just briefly talked. Those were also some good days really. But it's pretty fun now :)

A lot. A LOT. A WHOLE LOT LOT! I'll wife her up some day, trust me 😏. And I know you don't read this blog, but I'll show it to you once we're a happy family, together, forever.