So I guess I should just begin with this: He’s perfect.
The first time I saw him, my heart fluttered and I swear a swarm of butterflies were flying around in my stomach, my brain deteriorated into nothingness and everything around me didn’t matter because it was only him I cared about; I guess you could call this love at first sight.
He has brown hair that naturally curls, and despite what he thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever. His eyes are a gorgeous shade of green. He has the best personality; he is so alive. He jokes around, is a full on gamer and is all around a nice person to know and to be with. It’s soo hard to be apart from him. He’s amazing. I’d do anything to be with him right now.
Any girl would be lucky to even know him. He’s flawless, despite his views on himself. He’s an outstanding athlete; what he does amazes me so much. His body is to die for; having that body pressed against mine is the most intimate and indulging feeling I could ever experience. I can never get enough of him.
He’s kind and gentle, and knows how to treat me right. He’s respectful and understanding. Just having his arms wrapped around me, telling me not to leave is more than enough to make those butterflies in my stomach fly around again. He thinks he’s over protective; he makes others know that no one else can have me but him, and I love that. He makes me feel wanted, needed.
He’s “The One”; The perfect boy. I will spend my entire life with him if I can; I’ll Keep him close to me forever, and never let go.
The longer I ponder about him –about us- the more I believe that truly, this is what it feels like to be in love.