"She could be the Mona Lisa, if the Mona Lisa had a prettier face. This could be heaven if heaven was an actual place."

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Lana, your fiancée and one of the biggest musical influences of the 21st century, is perfect. I mean, it’s obvious. You look at her and it’s like you fall in love all over again, every damn time.

But sometimes it just hits you, and now is one of those moments. As you both sit in your enclosed sunroom reading, you can’t help but glance at her. The way a few strands of her hair fall into her face as she moves in her chair, the way she flips the pages of the book she's reading, 'The Bell Jar' by Sylvia Plath, the way her eyes flutter and squints as the sun shines into her eyes, highlighting the beautiful forest green color of them...

You don’t realize how long you’ve been gawking until she giggles. “You’re starin' at me as if i’m the Mona Lisa.” She teases you, and grins. "You're such an idiot."

And you are an idiot. When you look at her, you just become an idiot that does nothing but stare, because that's what she does to you.