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The perfect life. The perfect person. The perfect love.
What defines someone to be perfect? Is it their life? Is it the way they carry themselves? Is it the way they love?
When I look at him...I think he's perfect. The way he smiles. The way he laughs. The way he crinkles his nose. Everything about him, to me, is absolutely perfect.
The feeling of being wanted by him. The feeling he brings me when I wake up to the thought of him. It's indescribable.
The way his bright eyes looks when he's talking about something he's passionate about. When he smiles brightly at the fact that he has someone to talk to about everything. I like being that person.
I like being the thing he smiles at, that he laughs with, that he crinkles his nose at. I love being that person. I love him. Unequivocally.
I wonder what that feels like. Being so in love with someone that whatever they do, no matter if it's good or bad, you still want them. That's a fairytale love.
I stood up from my couch with my book still in my hands, quickly checking the time. 3:30am. Harry's going to be here soon and I'm pretty nervous. More nervous than the first date. I ran up my stairs making I look presentable.
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I quickly put my hair in a ponytail as I heard a car pull up. I checked myself out one last time before walking towards the stairs. I heard a knock on my front door as I began walking faster. I took one deep breath in as I opened the door.
"Hello, love." Harry said smiling his dimpled smile.
"Hi." I said smiling back.
"So, I brought McDonalds. I didn't know what you wanted so I bought basically all of the breakfast food they had." He laughed.
