Sincerely, Mady.

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"It's so ironic
How I look at you
Hoping you will look back at me.

But when our eyes meet
I look away
Because I don't want you to
see how much I need you."

I have never known the author of this quote. I only pulled it off a Facebook page when it appeared in a post, and it represented how I feel with Jack sometimes.

Now I stand here in front of my bathroom mirror at 7:00 p.m. to be exact, dressed casually and terrified. I had my hair straightened and pinned into a half up-half down style like a Ariana Grande, with a loose dress and flats. My make up was pretty simple: mascara, foundation, winged eye-liner and a touch up on my eyebrows. "Okay." I sigh at myself. "Jack, I love you. I'm not completely in love with you but I have love for you. I know it doesn't make sense, I never will make sense. But I know that I am slowly and recklessly falling in love with you and I can't stop it." I say practicing my speech into the mirror.

The doorbell rings and I jump at the sound. My stomach turns as fear wells up in my eyes. I can do this. I shake my head and make my way towards the door. I grab my bag, keys and stop by my living room mirror to make a few touch ups. I had already had everything set up at the location: the dinner, candles and whatever else you do to make something romantic.

I place my hand on the doorknob and open it slowly. "Hey." I smile at him.

"Hi," he replies examining me. "You look beautiful." His eyes light up.

"Thank you." I say.

"Where are we going? I need to know cause I'm driving." He grabbed my hand.

"You know that place I showed you a few weeks ago?" He nods. "We're going there."

"Okay," he said. "My lady?"

"Ever the gentlemen." I grab his hand and step out of the doorway.

It's like my physical being reacts to Jack quicker than my mental being. He makes me do things I would possibly never do with anyone else.

We pulled outside of my 'special' place where I had set up a strain of electrical candles earlier. Jack slipped out of the driver seat and walked around the car to open the door for me.

And who said chivalry was dead?

His hand slipped into mine, resting almost perfectly against each other. I squeezed it and he squeezed my hand back.

"Let's go," I murmured. I stumbled out of the passenger seat and fixed my dress. "Curse this thing."

"It looks good on you though," he whispered in my ear.

"Thank you." I kissed his cheek. "Let's go inside."

"Are you going to show me that special closet?" He asked.

I froze instantly, "Yes. Later though."

"Okay," he said. "As you said, let's go inside." I could hear the curiosity in his voice.

Of course I wasn't surprised by the candles or food, because I was the one who planned it all this time.

"Woah." His eyes widened.

"I tried to make it romantic." I sighed.

"It's perfect." He tightened his grip around my hand.

"I hope you like burgers." I sighed. "Because that's what we're eating."

"I'm a vegetarian," he frowned. My face moved into a worried expression. "I'm kidding. I love burgers."

"So funny." I chuckled.