The emo girl and the quite boy

butterflies

The next morning i woke up to a text saying "good morning beautiful". I asked if you had texted the wrong number. He said "Well if this isn't the girl with the beautiful blue eyes and the lovely colorful hair then yes" I said "well you have the right number but not the right definition." He called me but i was too scared to pick up the phone i pretty much called myself ugly, i don't think he liked that one. He called a third time, this time i picked up the phone.

"You're beautiful"

"Noooo"

"Yes you are; you're my beautiful angel that i will love forever and ever"

"If i say i am beautiful will you be happy?"

"I would be very happy my love"

"But how can i be beautiful with all the scars and cuts on my body"

"With or without cuts and scars you are still beautiful to me."

I giggled and hung up.i had the worst butterflies ever and they wouldn't go away.Even at school i thought about our conversation we had over the phone and every time i saw him i couldn't help but smile and blush. I knew i was blushing because every time he saw me he looked down and smiled. I was actually happy for once. He was the only one i wanted; forever.