My best friend at the time was Hailey. She third wheeled on our date because my parents didn't know that I was meeting with a boy. A 17 year old boy. With 14 year old me.
Even though my parents had the same 3 year age difference, me being their daughter never stopped being a thing, which meant they had to "protect me."
When we got to the mall, I waited for him and started spamming his phone with cute messages. Then I saw him. My heart began pounding out of my chest, and the butterflies were intense.
I ran up to him and practically jumped on him before he even saw me.
I was so happy.
And even though we were together on 3/20 and met on 3/29, this was the first night of my life I was genuinely happy.
Everything just seemed so right.
I felt so comfortable in front of him, and his hands didn't get sweaty when I held them, and his lips were soft when I kissed them.
And his hugs were tight and comforting when I held him.
And I knew these feelings were real.
I love him.
He kissed me like my lips were air and he couldn't breathe, and I couldn't breathe either, because I gave him all of mine; but I'd give every last breath to let my lips touch his.
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warm lips, cold heart.
Romansa(this is a personal story; this actually is my life and things that have happened to me.) Maddie falls in love with a guy named Bret, and the only problem was the 3 1/2 year difference.
