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Finally she's here.
My eyes popped out staring at her.
She's beautiful.
I can feel hapiness flow in my veins.
She's late but that doesn't matter.
I'm happy and she's here, that's all that matters to me.
She looks perfect and I meant perfectly perfect you know what that means. It meant what it means. P-E-R-F-E-C-T PERFECT.
I am smiling at her while she is walking towards me.
I remembered everything that I prepared.
This will be PERFECT.
"There's something I need to tell you" I said out of the blue.
"What is it?" He asked curiously
My face turned red as I begin to tell him
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