If she silently waited with her hand open and heart racing for your fingers to intertwine with her own,
and let you follow her to her hometown to see where she grew up, to see all she’d ever known,
If she wrote her heart with paper and pen, using a stamp to communicate while you were away,
If she tried new tastes and no matter what for, always let you pay,
If she burst into tears the moment your arms wrapped around hers after weeks of waiting,
and held on tight when she felt you fading,
If she stood against the wall, nervous and anxious, looking into your eyes before you touched your lips to hers,
If she endured hours of sickness to learn and experience your love of lures,
If she sat by the river next to you, listening and sharing,
and drank more water cause you were only caring,
If she climbed a tree with you and named the geese,
and loved her meal but let you try a piece,
If she stood under the stars with you, watching the lights float above,
and stood by the fireflies and told you of her love,
If she introduced you to those closest to her — her family and friends,
If she let you braid her hair, all the way to the ends,
If she jumped on a plane without any planning,
and, knowing you didn’t like it, decided never to go tanning,
If she spent months collecting photos and memories in a book,
and could tell you what she was thinking with only one look,
If she giggled and laughed and smiled a lot,
but burst into tears when cooking in a pot,
If she went to the game and became a fan,
and thought you looked best after a Florida tan,
If she went to the zoo and heard the lion roar,
and missed you all the way to her core,
If she cried every night thinking of the end,
and asked God to take her heart and mend,
then you can be sure one thing is true,
that girl right there, she truly loves you.

Two is better than one, for they can help each other succeed. -Ecclesiastes 4:9 NLT