After we met by what I like to think was fate, I found myself thinking about him constantly and smiling uncontrollably, I remember checking my phone every few minutes and every time my phone would ring and I would be super excited, hoping and praying it would be him. I remember feeling so sad and upset when it wasn't him. I longed to with him, to hold him close, I longed to feel his lips on mine. I knew I was being foolish, because I hardly knew anything about him, I just knew those eyes were pure, that I wanted nothing more to be with him. I was talking with my mother and she said that I should invite him over for the football game that weekend, I was kind of nervous, I didn't think my father would like him since they like the rivaling football teams, and you know how men are about their football... crazy and vicious. I longed to see him so bad that I refused to be nervous anymore, I had to be near him, I had to see him again. I messaged him that night about watching the game and that a bunch of my friends were going to be here for a bonfire afterwards, amazingly he said sure why not, I hope that it was, because he liked too. He was so sweet; he was everything I had ever dreamed of. He was funny, cute, goofy, sensitive, romantic (well in his own quirky way). I couldn't wait to be with him, I fell in love and that was the first night, he asked me to be his girl.
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RomanceI couldn't think of a name so this is the best it's probably going to get. I've been wanting to write lately so this will be my new story and I've got ideas but I'm going to wing this cause I haven't planned very well and I hope to make this longer...
