Dear Diary

Dear Diary,
He brought me flowers.
Red and pink roses, quite many aswell, and he even put them in a vase for me! The tall, porcellaine one, with the golden rim and the soft flower pattern.
I nearly screamed.
I know, i know, just some dead plants, and still! The fact he saw them in the mall and thought of me, wondered if i'd like them- how could he not mean the world to me?!
He kissed me on the lips, so gentle and soft, and i wouldn't lie if i said i drowned in his scent. I thought this was a wattpad thing, some kind of wording to reinforce the savoring of the partner's smell. Turns out it isn't.
His scent is heavenly. And i'm not exaggerating.
This is how i know i'm in love. Or does everyone enjoy his scent as much as i do?
I hope not.
Dear Diary,
I'm so fucking in love.