I could go into infinite detail concerning her qualities I have become so enraptured with, but I’d find myself at a loss for words. The language I speak has a particularly finite capacity by which I could never illustrate my true infatuation. The love I have come to know is quite possibly the topmost of complexities I have come to perceive in this world. The mere attempt at providing a definition for such a feeling is exhausting to say the least. I have become innocently and humbly obsessed. Was it the first time she called my name? Or was it the first time she gave me the sensation of security and highness when at my lowest? No matter the unmeasurable amount times I find myself turning these thoughts over in my head, I find but one conclusion. She will always be life’s greatest question, and my greatest answer.