I love you.
That was my first thought when I woke up this morning, laying by your side. I watched as your nose scrunched up while you were in dreamland, and how you nestled into the covers every time you shifted in your sleep. I can't help it, I think I've fallen in love with you.
There are no words to describe how perfect you are. From the tips of your toes, to the top of your head, I love it all. There could not possibly be a combination of the one million, twenty-five thousand, one-hundred six words that would perfectly sum up my feelings for you. All I know, is that I need you in my life, and, I love you.
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You wake up after a while of me admiring your beauty, and decide that we should get something for breakfast. After all, it is the weekend, and we're both way too lazy to want to cook anything after our exhausting work week.
We both get dressed, with the interruption of a few make-out sessions, and head to the diner that's a mere three blocks from our small apartment. You grab my hand as we walk, lacing our fingers together, and send me a shy smile that nearly melts my heart. The more I think about my feelings for you, the more nervous I get. What happens if I accidentally blurt out the words, and you don't feel the same? What if you become afraid, and run away? We've been together for five months, is that not enough time? Granted, I'm willing to wait for you, but I'm also terrified of the rejection.
We arrive at the diner, and take our usual booth in the very back corner, next to a large window that overlooks the small town in front of us. You try to talk to me, but I'm too afraid of what I'm going to say, to contribute to the conversation much. What happens if I just come out and say it, and you think I'm stupid? I don't want to embarrass myself in front of the few people near us in the diner.
Our usual waitress comes to our table, carrying our usual order. Yes, we come here so often that the waitress knows our order, and I don't know whether to laugh, or find a new diner.
Throughout the course of our meal, I drop a couple pieces of pancake on my lap, and you laugh so hard, you choke on your chocolate milk. By the time we finish eating, we are both hysterical messes, but I wouldn't change a thing.
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For the rest of the day, we go to a few shops along a strip of the narrow city streets. I can't help but watch you the whole time, completely in awe of your radiance. You're my role model, Kell, and I couldn't live a day without you if I tried.
I remember the day we met, you were so shy and nervous. We were at a party our friend Jaime was having. He always loved to have outrageous parties, and, even though I was never a party-goer, I didn't want to let my best friend down.
Half-way through the party, I was bored out of my mind. I didn't, and still don't, particularly enjoy alcohol, so I was stuck in a corner of the house, with a coke in hand and a major headache due to the over-the-top music.
I heard shouting coming from a back area of the house, and, I was looking for something exciting, so I followed the noise. Two men, who I had never seen before, were drunkenly fighting over what looked like a loss at Beer Pong. The fight persisted for a short while, Jaime desperately trying to salvage his mother's collection of hand-painted vases as the boys attempted to angrily throw them at each other. Many people had left the party, not wanting to get involved in case the police were contacted.
Surprisingly, I didn't notice anyone around the fight, at least not until my eyes landed on you. You were hiding in the corner, flinching every time a punch was thrown, and I felt bad for you. I figured you weren't one for violence, so I quickly rushed over to where you were standing, and pulled you out of a back door a little ways down a hall. We stayed and talked by Jaime's parents' pool for a while, and you eventually calmed down. You told me how thankful you were that I had helped you, and I told you it was no problem. I walked you home, and asked for your number, suggesting that we hang out sometime.
