A Million Ways To Love You | there's no plot.

Like & Love

               He wanted to see me. Even after 1 year of dating, I still get nervous when he invites me to a date. Despite my nervousness , I haven't rejected a single one. Ever. I open my closet of messy unsorted clothing to look for something nice to wear, but nothing seems to stand out.  Then, I got the greatest idea: Ask Kathlyn! She had the best clothes. When I walked in her room she was on her phone. "Hey. I need some good clothes." I said. She looked up from her phone and got up immediately. Her closet was full of new trendy clothing, and I felt like I could wear any of them and still feel pretty. At least until I saw what she pulled out from the back. It was a thin blouse, a light pink one. The sleeves were laced and it was as light as a feather when I put it on. Then Kathlyn gave me a pair of jeans, perfecting the look. "Oh. My. GOSH!" She exclaimed happily. What was the matter? I stood in confusion. "You look fabulous." Kathlyn told me after she calmed down. I smiled and hoped that Mark would like it too.

           His plain white shirt was complimenting his adorable messy black hair and dark brown eyes. His regular black pants matched it all. "So. How are you lately?" Mark smiled. I looked around the park, then looked back at him. "I'm good. But right now, I couldn't be better." I replied. He laughed. "Don't speak too soon," He warned jokingly. Then his eyes went to my shirt outfit. Mark gasped extremely quietly, and he started to stutter. "Wow, you look really pretty.  mean, you always do, but today I have to say it." He said, looking me right in the eye. I blushed so much it felt like I was about to burn. It took me all the effort not to scream. "Thanks. You look pretty nice yourself." I winked. We both laughed at my cheesy comment and walked around the empty park in silence, holding hands. "Hey, Mark. Do you like me?"

"What do you mean? If I didn't like you we wouldn't be on this date!"

"It's just...."

"Just what?"

"Every time I'm with you I feel like the world isn't spinning, and that my heartbeat could beat right out of my chest. I can't see anything else the same way I see you,  and my face gets so hot I want to dip my face in ICE."

"Really?"

"Really." At this point our eyes met, and we drifted closer to each other. We became so close I could feel his breath on my nose, and he did what he always does when we go on a date: He kissed me.