At 6 o'clock we both walked out together. "I'm glad I met you, David," she responded with blushing, red cheeks as red as my love for her. "Can I have your phone number?" she questioned with an unsure smile, hoping for a positive answer. "Sure," I casually responded. "It's xxx-xxx-xxxx," I answered. "Thank you and see you later," she answered as she ran far into the distance. I have met my first ever love.
The next day I managed to go to the cafe to meet up with her once again. This was my daily routine of each day. I would charm her with tales of her in my dream. She would laugh as I told her the stories. I finally had the courage to ask her out to my first date. Her cheeks were red with wide, glaring eyes. We promised to meet at Moonlight Lake at midnight on Saturday.
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The Day I Met Her
RomanceA story about a young man that meets a girl. He falls in love with her and adores how beautiful she is. A girl that has lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow, eyes glaring with beauty, hands as soft as a cloud.
