The day we met.

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My name is Violet Nelson, yes violet like the flower. I'll admit violets are not as beautiful as roses, but they are beautiful in their own little way. I've had a hopeless crush on Corey Matthews since 7th grade. I don't know what it is about him but just looking at him or even a picture of him he makes me smile. Corey just got out of a one year relationship with Rosemary Johnson. I can't even begin to know what he's going through. He posted a status saying he was depressed. So I commented and said that I'm here for him. After that day we talked almost every day and we became closer. Corey isn't popular or a nerd. He's like a dandelion, he's there but people don't really see him for who he really is. One day I could tell something was wrong so I pushed him to tell me what was bothering him. He then told me that he liked someone who wouldn't like him back. I kind of got upset because I knew it wasn't me. He wouldn't end up telling me who so I guessed and surprisingly it was me. I was shocked. Why me? He's totally way out of my league. I ended up confessing my feelings for him as well. I told him everything I disliked and liked about myself, my hobbies, my favorite things. He told me some of his too but not as much. He's not a very open person when it comes to those things, he never usually opens up to people. He kind of keeps to himself. When he started opening up to me more I realized he was more beautiful than I thought. He's like a crystal. You look on the outside and it's beautiful. Then you open the crystal up and only a few people see beauty. We ended up going on a date at a school dance. And I was dancing like an idiot making a fool of myself. But I stopped and looked at him. And I froze where I was standing. I realized I loved him with all of my heart. And I knew how much it would hurt if he left. I started to get tears in my eyes with the thought of it. I suddenly wiped the tears away. And I shook it off. After the date we hugged and it felt like home. He was warm, smelled so good. And I felt safe. Home isn't where you live. It's where you feel you belong. And I felt like I belonged with him. In his arms.

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