She’s your woman. She’s supposed to be that annoying person you adore. She says corny stuff, but it makes you smile. She says dumb things, but you know she’s just worried. She tells you how she feels all the time so you don’t forget that you mean everything to her. She doesn’t text you or call you sometimes, because she doesn’t want to annoy you. When you fight she goes to sleep sick to her stomach. And stays that way until you make up. You’re the only thing that makes everything better. You’re the only one and you are hers.