The only good memory I remember is laying down with him, with my arms around him and his around my waist, and both our legs intertwined, and we stared at each other for a long time. His eyes were so blue. Blue with a hint of yellow...
"I love your eyes".
"I love your eyes".
"Yours are prettier than mine. I'm jealous."
"You are far more beautiful..."
"Do you mean that?"
"You are so beautiful Danna.."
And then he caressed my face and we did an eskimo kiss, and kept staring at each other forever...
🥺
And I didn't care. And I was too much for you. And "that's what happens when you date a Latina". Right?
