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Genre: Music
Date of upload: Aug 24, 2018 ^^
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Top Comments of this video!! :3
My "She" smells like strawberries, tastes like buttercream has the softest hands. Has the most beautiful deep amber eyes with flakes of gold, the softest fluffiest hair. The cutest freakels wich are like Angels kisses. You would find her, knitting by a fire. Reading a book with her nose scrunched up in the cutest way while she focuses. She's the most kind intelegent woman I have ever met. She makes me laugh and wipes away my tears. She means everything to me. All I want is for her to say she loves me too.
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My 'She' is beautiful. Curly brown hair, bright coppery brown eye, her teeth are a little uneven, but I love her even more because they are perfect. She has to many freckles. I don't know what she smells like, but I've been told she smells like herself and you have to be there for yourself. I see her everyday, if I want to or not.
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I am my own She, after years of hating the way I looked, I finally see myself as pretty. I worry if I am allowed to look at myself in a light that isn't hateful, but at this point I don't care. I love myself.
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...I met my "she" in my freshman year of high school. Small framed, blonde, and beautiful. She almost immediately began to hold on to me, hop on my back, pretend flirt with me, and she was my actual first kiss. She randomly kissed me on my cheek and I couldn't help my heart and head and stomach explode with butterflies. She treated me like this for the majority of our HS years, and I would cry to myself when she would cry about the boys that she tried to be with that were so horrible to her. I could never understand why anyone would treat her like that and all I wanted to do was hold her and make it all better. I'm a year out of college now, and I'm still as in love with her as I was when she first talked to me. I just found this song today and couldn't stop crying.
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she tastes like coffee and cinnamon. she's the person who idly doodles on her skin in class. she's the one always at the front of group pictures, with rosy cheeks and a beaming smile. she pouts when you tease her and she denies all compliments. shes always at the local craft store buying boxes and boxes of crayola pencils, only to return a week later. she takes pictures of all the cool things she finds and sends them to you with a pun caption. she'll find on spelling error and never let you live it down. she'll send you the same image over and over because it makes her laugh. when she talks about something she likes she can go on for hours, always getting side tracked on the smallest things, and always make it sound exciting. if you say your tired she will tackle you with a blanket. she tries to act tough but always breaks into smiles and laughter. she snorts full of laughter whenever you make a joke, and cant keep a straight face to save her life. she blushes when you flirt, but always remains dense. shes the girl who wants to own a bunch of dogs. she could stare into a crystal ball for hours, memorized by the smallest things. she has probably ate a gel pen once while bored, and laughed as everyone panicked. she would lay on the grass for hours simply braiding your hair and humming. she gets annoyed quickly, scrunches her nose and not bothering to push her glasses up again. she gets flustered as you talk about things you like. she deserves the world but doesn't know it.
and i want to deserve her.
but i can't. she's too perfect. so i'm on the sidelines for her. pretending i don't love it when she drinks coffee so shes awake for our late night chats, instead telling her it'll make her sick. i admire her amazing doodles as i remind her to scrub them off. i always remind her to smile, because i know she forgets to sometimes. i tease her about her height and compliment her drawings. i recommend different pencils for her to try, because her crayola's break easily, though i know she doesn't listen. i save all the photos she sends me, because i honestly find them hilarious. i intentionally make spelling errors for her to correct, because it makes her feel smart. i laugh along with her, to all the images she sends to me. i learn about the stuff she likes so i can join in on her rants. i rarely feel tired but say i am because she likes caring for me. i tell her about things that worry me, which makes her want to protect me, which i don't really need, as she's 5'0 and couldn't hurt a fly. i tell her the same joke over and over, because its our favorite, and she loves it every single time. i flirt with her jokingly, because it heals the wounds i have knowing she'll never catch on to my feelings. i promised to her that we'd get a small house in the country side and own lots of dogs because we both hate children. i show her my old crystal balls and music boxes, because she loves the look of them. i got mad at her for eating the gel pen, but softened up as she has a face you couldn't say no to. i grow my hair just long enough so she can braid it because she uses it to relieve stress. i laugh when she scrunches her nose, not daring to push her glasses up for her, if i get to close she'd know. i talk about the stuff i like because i know she likes listening. i don't deserve her.
but i want her to have the world.
Edit 7 months later: I didn't expect this to blow up how it did! I wrote this nearly a year or two about my then girlfriend. I was practicing writing to this song. When I posted this, we had broken up for a long time, sorry to disappoint. We both learned that the love we felt was better suited for friendship, then a relationship. She told me to post it, as she loved the poem. Me and her are both in new relationships now, and what I've learned is that the love I felt for her was purely a crush, a first love. However I never want to take back the time we spent together, I thank her for the years we spent together and for being my muse for a long time. The difference between her and my now love, is the fact my girlfriend makes me realize I do deserve to world with her. So if your a love struck WLW like I was, here's some advice. Love is different for everyone. Find the love for you, with a person that makes you know you deserve it. I know this isn't the ending everyone was hoping for, but I hope you all accept this ending.
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My girlfriend used to listen to this song a lot just a couple months before I asked her out. It just breaks my heart to think that at some point she didnβt know that I could see galaxies in her eyes and hear moonlight in her voice. Iβve known her since kindergarten and I cannot imagine a more beautiful world than the one where she stayed by my side. I would give anything for her to see how wonderful I think she is. β Update: Wow okay so I didnβt realize how many likes this comment got, but I just got a notification for it todayπ
. Sadly, she and I broke up a while back, but I want to make it clear that I do not take back anything I said or regret falling so hard. Iβm dating someone new now and I want it to be understood that love changes and flows over time. I love someone new, and yes itβs different from how I loved my high school sweetheart, but itβs a welcome difference, and itβs okay. Falling out does not mean the end, and I promise that when it hurts the most, youβll find a light in someone again. Iβm happy, because I donβt have to keep my current relationship a secret because of our genders, but I wish the best of luck to my former partner in someday being able to talk to her family and be okay with who she is. Those two years were some of the most amazing of my life. To many more cherished memories, and to many more years of feeling with our whole hearts, my loves. π Stay tough, and stay compassionate. π³οΈβπ
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My first βsheβ I never even got to meet in person. She was my best friend online and we did everything together. We were both depressed and we would talk each other down from ledges and would give each other the love we never got from home. I donβt know if she loved me in that way, but I did.
Sheβs an angel now. Gone to heaven. I never got to tell her how I felt. But I will never forget her. She will forever be my βsheβ. I love you Molly. I hope that your smiling that beautiful, radiant smile now.
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My βsheβ smells like fresh cut grass, vanilla and flowers. Sheβs got ocean blue eyes and the left has bit of dark blue on the edge. And the softest long thick hair. Sheβs got the cheekiest naughtiest laugh ever. She has the most beautiful laugh ever. She has the dirtiest mind ever but I love it. Sheβll just sit and watch me draw for hours in silence just watching.She hug me and tell me itβs all right when I cry. Sheβs the reason Iβm such a mess but also the reason I donβt fall apart. Sheβs the only one I let play with my hair and hug me. She tryβs to hide when she gets angry at school work but I can always tell. Sheβll tell me Iβm perfect .She listens when I need her and remember all the tiny things. She cares for me like no one has before. Sheβll notice when Iβm down and the only one to question why I used to wear long sleeve jumpers through summer. Sheβll sit next to me and watch me draw for hours just watching in silence. Iβd find her playing with her brothers, on a walk in the hills, looking after her mother. Sheβs my best friend. Iβd do anything for her i just wish sheβd love me back
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@lucyhedges3769
3 years ago
Iβm not gay. My girlfriend might be tho...
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