Why Guys like Girls

Well, here's a few reasons why guys like girls:

She will always smell good even if its just shampoo
The way her head always find the right spot on our shoulder
How cute she looks when she sleeps
The ease in which she fits into our arms

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The way she kisses you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world
How cute she is when she eats
The way she takes hours to get dressed, and in the end it makes it all worth while
Because she is always warm even when its minus 30 outside
The way she looks good no matter what she wears
The way she fishes for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth
How cute she looks when she argues
The way her hand always finds yours
The way she smiles
The way you feel when you see their name on the call display after you just had a big fight
The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....
The way she kisses when you do something nice for her
The way she kisses you when you say "I love you'
Actually, just the way she kisses you.
The way she falls into your arms when she cries
Then the way she apologizes for crying over something that silly
The way she hits you and expects it to hurt
Then the way she apologizes when it does hurt (even though we don't admit it!)
The way she says "I miss you"
The way you miss her
The way she takes extra time in doing something nice without complaining.
The extraordinary things she has done for you that no one had ever done
The way she comforts you, that you fall for her all over again
The way her tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore...yet, regardless if you love her, hate her, wish she would die or know that you would die without her...it matters not.
Once in your life, whatever she was to the world, she became everything to you. When you look into her eyes, traveling to the depths of her soul...and you say a million things without trace of a sound...you know that your own life is inevitable, consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very own heart.

We love them for a million reasons, no piece of paper would do them justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling...only felt.