I Love You for Who You Are, Not What You Are
The fact is, there are many things about her physical appearance that cause Lo to feel insecure: her height, her weight, her skin complexion, the size of her breasts, the length and fullness of her pussy lips. But what Lo steadfastly refuses to hear is my repeated affirmation that she is exactly right for me. I don’t know how to explain it. I, yes I, H.H., am at a loss for words. It’s not that I was originally attracted to her on merely a physical level. No, but rather, there was something in her conversation, in her demeanor, in her eyes, in her soul that drew me to her more powerfully than anything I had ever experienced. As she and I grew together like two independent but entwined vines, the love grew as well. I love everything about her because I love her. And so, I love that she is shorter than she is tall. I love the feeling of her soft, non-stick-skinny flesh as mine pushes into it like hard hands kneading dough. I love her skin and the size of her breasts and, most especially the length and fullness of her pussy lips. I love it all, but were she not she, then the outward visage would no longer appeal to me. It comes down to simply: I love Lo for who she is and not what she is.
