Illusion of love (part1)

I loved her dorky laugh, her seemingly pure heart, her selfless ways, the sadness she tried to hide, the stubbornness she wore like armor, the warmth in her care. I loved the redness of her hair, the way her eyes held stories, the curve of her hips, the softness of her cheeks, the sharp wit of her sarcasm, the gentleness of her smile. The allure of her lips. I loved the way she carried a childlike purity, the way her eyes lingered on me with longing, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the mischievous grin she flashed my way, the way she twirled in dresses just for me, the way she made me pull at my own hair, the way she met life head-on, unapologetic, the way she scrunched her face, sticking out her tongue. I loved how we talked for hours, how everything between us was effortless, how we traded witty teases like a secret language, how we turned ordinary days into escapes, how we could be vulnerable without fear, how we argued over nothing and everything, how we lived in each other's thoughts.