"Your words should be in a book, they sound like they came from one. I will message you one sentence and you could write a novel about it." She said.
"You talk to me like every word is carefully chosen from a Shakespearean work, its beautiful. Little darling, you could do the same thing. We write novels to each other." He said staring deeply into my eyes.
"You're too beautiful to look at. Too beautiful not to look at." I said looking away smiling unhurriedly. This human is to good to be true. What did I get myself into?
"Your grand soul, reminds me of a view that I couldn't possibly take my eyes off of" He said lifting up my chin and rubbing his thumb against my cheek. I think she struck me with her Cupid's Bow.
