How did I get someone so perfect? Who loved me in every way I loved her? I wonder if she loves me the same way. I hope she does. I love her so much. I wonder how long that we'll stay together. I spent the night over at her house one day. I almost got in trouble for it, heh. I mean, we didn't do anything bad. Unless you count kissing as bad, and just a few hickies. Damn, we got close really fast. I'm not complaining though. Not at all. This is the happiest I've ever been. I wish she'd tell me that she loved me as well. I'll say that I love her over and over, and she'll act like she didn't hear it. I'm worried that maybe she doesn't feel exactly the same I do now. But I'm happy that she's mine. Other people would die to be with her, but she's mine. She chose me, it's a miracle. And it makes me really happy. Really, really happy. She's perfection itself. I could just stare at her beautiful face for days. I'm wanting to take her to prom, but I'm too scared to. She might turn me down. I just want to make every moment with her special, worthwhile. I don't want to be a past memory. Especially one not worth remembering. I want to be part of her future. I want to be the one next to her, always. I love her. I love everything about her.
