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Perfection

"And no one else has ever been this perfect."
It's the truest thing I've ever heard. Sure, I mean he's hot, I get it. Other girls see it, they see his heart melting smile, or beautiful eyes... But they don't see him like I do. There's no way to describe it. His hands are perfectly just the right size to hold mine. His arms are perfectly made to wrap around me. He's so perfectly built in every way. I saw all that when I met him... But not like this. Nothing has ever been like this. It's not just his looks though... It's his everything. It's all the small jokes, the looks from across the room, the kisses on cheeks. The way he holds me like he'll never let go, how he plays with my hands in the middle of class, all the whispers made only for my ears. No, the other girls don't see that. They don't know that he's so perfectly mine. How did I get so damn lucky? I'm no one. I'm clingy and annoying and the farthest thing from perfect. But for some reason he sees me the way I see him. It might not make sense and I might not understand, but I'm so damn grateful God put him in my life.
"And no one else has ever been this perfect" he says to me.