Chapter V - Chances

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My hands shaking, my heart 6ft below, i reread the texts i sent. I did it. It'd been almost two months since i wasted my last chance to tell her i loved her in that way. Everything in my head was panicking, i felt so afraid.. But yet, i felt so relieved; so happy. I felt accomplished i told her, i was just really praying i had a chance.

"Of course i still like you." She told me.

I remember how happy i felt. Did this mean she was finally mine? I think it does. If only i knew what my heart was telling me right then and there, because i didn't know what i was feeling. Was it all just a dream maybe? I wasn't sure, everything felt unreal, i wanted to make it official. I was desperate for it all to become real, so i decided to ask for the tittle.

She sent the most beautiful photo of herself, her purple hair shining, the glitter in her eyes sparkling, her shirt looking gorgeous on her, every feature being lit up against her light. I complimented her and put out the question, "You look soo beautiful omgahgajqgwjwhe?? You are the most beautiful stunning girl on earth. And, maybe you would wanna be my beautiful girlfriend?" i pressed send with teary eyes. The anxiety had taken over my body, i was so overwhelmed, but it was definitely worth the chance.

I saw the reply, she said yes!! My heart melted and i was everywhere. I just wanted to go to sleep and wake up knowing i was still in a dream, an amazing thought.

I told my-, well, my august, that i was about to fall asleep , which she decided she would too . So we shared our goodnights and fell asleep.

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The next morning, my brain was all fuzzy from all the panic and anxiety that had buikt up insixd my head the previous night. My eyes began to focus, finally. My brain also started to become more aware; remembering things in far more detail, just while getting hit with the realization of what had gone on. I was curious to see as if this was all a real dream or not, so i entered the chat, rereading all the messages to help me snap into the reality i had created

As i read however, my stomach filled with butterflies and that fear again. She was so sweet to me, i was so glad i still had her, safe and sound. I texted her, being corny because i wanted to see how she'd react if she was awake yet. I greeted her with a good morning at around 11am. In hopes she would be awake, i also called her my rose, something i've always looked at her like.

August woke up a few minutes later, she woke up in a good sleepy mood. My heart warmed when i saw her message appear, saying good morning back and having the realization hit her as well. I was going to take every chance i got to make sure she remembered that i was now her girlfriend, in hopes to be her love. I wanted to see what her romantic love was like, i'd never really experienced it beforehand, obviously. Curiosity took over as we both excitedly messaged each other, until i suddenly got called my love by her for the first time. I melted and blushed. It was confirmed and amazing, she had called me hers.

The awe filled me as i got to sense the feeling of belonging to someone. Someone i loved with a lot of my heart at the time. She was just so warm, likeable, and loving towards me. Her beautiful soul felt close for once, i felt my mind suddenly fall crazy for this girl, making her my only thought for the full day. Despite being still yet filled with fear and anxiety, i had already set my mind to wanting to create the best life for her in the future. I saw her in my future, not really anywhere else. I wanted to have everything with her, she deserved all
my love and all the happiness the world had to offer. That's what made me feel so special the whole day.

When she asked if i was just planning on being with her temporarily, it honestly angered me, obviously i wouldn't get angry at HER for that, but of course i'd never want to just play with somebody's feelings like that.  She liked me, she wanted to love me. I couldn't ever do that.

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