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a Friday night 8:40pm May 12

I wasn't thinking, well it is safe to say that we were both not thinking. His mother had technically kicked us out of his home, threatening to embarrass him.

I doubt she could've though, he's pretty much perfection in one.

He had kissed me like we'd run out of time, as if each one would improve with more sentimental feelings to it.

So he had walked me halfway home and when we had reached a stand still beneath the bright sun and cool enough wind he had began.

"this is extremely untraditional and not the way I had originally wanted it but"

He was nervous, clutching onto the strap of my bag in case I had decided then and there to run away far, far away. But I didn't, couldn't imagine myself leaving his side.

"so would you like to be my girlfriend?"

It was the way he had said it. Finally letting himself go and becoming vulnerable to any emotion he had felt at that moment.

I could only laugh, stupidly. Because why me out of all people. After four months of hesitant touches, why now. Why beneath the tall trees that shaded a bit and exposed us to the true reality of life. Why at the place we called the middle of the street.
Why were you the one to make me want something more.

You could almost feel the warmth melting from his eyes at my answer. He may have expected a hesitant,

"I'll think about it"

But instead received a,

"Yes"

Plain and clear my answer floated sweetly to his ears and it became a dream come true.

"You've made me the happiest I've been in a long while"

It was May 12th exactly 6:12pm when the boy I had fallen for became a partner.

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