Sincerely

I feel like I know the you who wears false eyelashes, way too much blush, Candy perfume, and mountain-girl boots better than the you who wears black t-shirts, crazy headbands, worn-out jeans, and a torn smile. You always smile so genuinely when you wear lipstick, and you always stare so eloquently when you're bare faced. You capture the essence of my spirit both ways, and you know my secrets whether you have a wig on or not. It doesn't matter if we're drunk off of vodka or each other--we're together, and I like that. You wrap your arms around me and steal much more than the innocence in my soul; you steal it all.

"I knew you were something special when I met you. You're still something special."