Dearest Ashton,
You took me out for coffee today. I was really nervous. You make me nervous. I spent an hour trying to find something to wear, I hope I looked okay. You looked great. But you always do.
You told me about your family. They sound wonderful, I hope I can meet them one day.
And you told me that you find me fascinating and you said "I could lose myself in your eyes, and at times I find that I do."
I lose myself in yours too.
Maybe this is the start of something. Is that even possible?
Love, Emaline.
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A Different Kind of Love // a.i
أدب الهواة"Our hands touched and in that moment I felt the world around me freeze, and I thought maybe, just maybe, you felt it too."
