Sometimes I sit here thinking of what and how to say to you. The first time we met you asked to talk to me. It took me by supries. You mean a lot to me like when we text a parade explodes in my stomach like the elephants are doing flips in my stomach. To me your perfect. I can't stop thinking about you and how perfect you are.
You shows me things no one has. I know this is a strong word to use but I love you OK. I love every part of you. I just wish you'd believed me when I tell you. I hope this won't ruin anything and it's not much.
I'm not good with expressing my feelings. I'm sorry
