I’ve been in the hospital for hours just sitting here, thinking, and waiting. I’ve been in love with the girl of my dreams since I was 14 years old. I know this may be hard to believe, but it’s possible to fall in love at a young age. Breanna Prata. That’s her name. The most amazing, beautiful, talented girl on Earth. I love her dearly, and I honestly wouldn’t know what I’d do without her. We met at school. It was my first day, and I was really nervous. But when I first laid my eyes on her in Chemistry, I just couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful she was. I wanted to go up to her and introduce myself, but I was just too scared. The whole entire class period I couldn’t stop starring at her. I wondered if she noticed me starring, hopefully not. The bell finally rang and I worked up the courage to go up to her. But when I was just about to go up to her, I tripped over my own shoe. I was so embarrassed, and then I felt someone looking down at me. It was her. I saw her pull out a hand to help me up, so I grabbed it and got up. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I could see the sparkles in her pupils. I said thank you and she said you’re welcome. Our first conversation. Hopefully not our last. When she was about to walk away I yelled “Wait!” She turned around and looked at me; I introduced myself as Harry Styles. She smiled and introduced herself as Breanna Prata. I loved that name. It was a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl. Since I was new, she offered to walk me to my next class, and of course we had the same class together. It was English, and she sat right next to me, and we just started talking. That’s where it all began. I looked forward to school every day since the day I met her.
