Dear World,
It's been about a week since we started "dating".
We kissed today. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.
It was perfect.
She's perfect.
I don't deserve her.
I don't deserve anyone.
A few of my friends don't approve of our relationship but I don't care. She makes me happy and I make her happy.
I think.
I hope.
I'll take her out this weekend. I'll take her to a nice restaurant and let her order whatever she wants.
It's going to be great.
I love her and she loves me.
Maybe one day we'll get married.
Maybe.
-Me
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The Way She Smiles
Poetry"I couldn't explain it, no matter how hard I tried but I fell in love with the way she smiled" ~Max
