She always tells me she miss me, she always asks me how my day was when she calls me at night, she always tells me that I’m beautiful, she always look at me through this piece of shit screen as if she were to look me in the eyes. She always tells me stories, always making sure I’m fine, she’s always trying to make me smile, she’s always telling me things I’d like to hear.
She’s perfect, and maybe not in your eyes she isn’t, but to me, she’s everything I’ve always asked for.