I love her.
I love her. She is my sunshine. My light in a world filled with darkness. My cherry wine. The best thing that has ever been mine. Not that she's a possession, she's just my everything, my world, my eternity, my forever. I first laid my eyes on her when I was a young teen. We hit it off and slowly matured like good wine. Her smile brightens my day. Her laughter nourishes my soul. She has the ability of working the room like Ginger in Casino. She makes me wish, I were De Niro, the starring role in her life. But it's complicated. She can never be mine like Ginger. So maybe I am Ace, trapped with a woman who can never love me. But we are best friends right? Get the rizzla and we will create clouds in the sky. We will talk about the future. We will talk about our dreams and how I need you in my life. How I will love you until you go numb. We can talk about our kids and expensive mansions with exported gates, big trees and high fences. The bespoke clothes, shoes, car...