Lost In Our Desires

No Idea

Her.

My name is Jasmine Lovelace. I am seventeen. I do not have a perfect body, flawless skin or a loving family. I am in desperate need of braces, my personality isn't perfect and body hair is a struggle but I am happy.

I am happy because I have Dylan.

I am not catholic but there is only one way to describe Dylan and that is as a miracle. He is that beam of light that shines through a dark room. He is the smell that makes you think of home. He is the snowflakes that kiss and melt on your skin. He is that song you could listen to over and over without ever getting tired. He is what parts the clouds on rainy days and makes everything better.He is my home, my light, my love, my miracle.

But he has no idea.

Him.

My name is Dylan O'Brien. I am eighteen. I do not have a perfect body, flawless skin or a loving family. Body hair is a struggle and my personality isn't perfect but I am happy.

I am happy because I have Jasmine.

I wouldn't have said I ever believed in miracles before I met her but now I'm not so sure. She is the part of me that keeps me positive. The way the sunlight hits her through the window when the sun sets gives her this glow. When she smiles at me, I feel like my insides are melting. I can listen to her for hours. She smells of vanilla and it makes me crave her even more. She is my home, my light, my love, my miracle.

But she has no idea.