I loved her, deeply and truly and perfectly.
She was beautiful, yes, but that’s not why. I loved her because she was quick to laugh, and could always make me laugh in return. Because her eyes never seemed to judge, and because her wry smile kept something special hidden, something I was always interested in knowing more about.
So I packed my things and moved across the country to be with her, and we moved in together, and were happy.
I knew I’d fuck it up, given enough time I always do.
But for that little while it was magic.