She is perfect. For me she is faultless. Everything about her is how I would want it to be. If I had a blueprint for my perfect woman, it would be based on her. From her body and all its delicious curves and movements to the various layers of her unique and feisty personality. All of it makes her the person, the woman she is. Amazing, wonderful, special!

She has doubts about herself. About parts of her body. About the person she is. She is so very wrong every time she gets those thoughts. I guess it’s normal. We all get them at times. Hers are not based on any facts. I know, because I know her. I know her sexy body. I know her incredible mind. I know her amazing heart. She wants to change things about herself. I will always encourage that if it will make her a happier person. I will never expect or demand it from her because it’s not needed.

Have I ever mentioned how crazy I am about this woman? How the things she does for me make me feel like I tripped and fell into a pot of gold. How the things she says to me send my body through all kinds of reactions, some perfectly harmless others highly inappropriate depending on where I am. All of them needed. All of them a source of fuel for me. I literally can’t be without them or without her. It’s a dependency now.

She’s special because of those things she says and does. Because of the person she is. For me. For other people close to her. For the people she touches in a positive way on a daily basis. She thinks that it’s normal to be like that. It’s not. Sometimes she beats herself up about certain things. At times way too much. That’s just how she is. I don’t think she’ll ever stop doing that. I’ll do my best to make sure it’s less often.

I have mentioned all this before? Ah well, never mind then. I’ll stop now. But it won’t be the last time I’ll talk about her in this way!

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