Sara POV
There he stood. Perfect. His face was red and his eyes were water. However, he was still perfect.
"H-hey," Ryland whispered.
"......hi......."I replied.
"We need to talk," he blurted.
I nodded and grabbed his wrist. He followed me upstairs and into his room.
He looked at me again and I got lost in his eyes. And everything came back to me. The love. The kind that floats in your stomach and then erupts when you touch. The kind that makes you stare at him for as long as you can. The kind that makes you want to rip your heart out when he cries. The kind that makes you realize everything you though was love was not love. Because this is.
This brown haired boy was love. From the moment his soft lips touched mine at my doorstep right to when I was standing in his room thinking of how he was so perfect.
So I just stood there. And stared at him. And looked at his body that held everything I needed.
And then he was staring at my lips and I was staring right back.
Ryland POV
I looked at her one last time and then my hands were on her waist and her lips were against mine.
We kissed so passionetly. Our lips moved in sync and fit together perfectly.
And then I pulled from her. I knew what I had to do. I knew it deep in my heart. This wasn't some teenage love. This was so much more. So much more. I needed to hold her in my arms forever. I needed to kiss her lips every day. I need to tell her I live her every day.
I needed to see her walk down the aisle.
