His brown eyes illuminate in the sun. They sparkle & shine.
My heart begins to beat as I walk to meet him.
His touch. His hug. His passionate, slow kiss. His smile. His laugh. His grin. His scent. I can’t even begin to describe to you how these feel. I like this new guy so much. My boyfriend, I hear myself say.
This feels so surreal sometimes, he shares with me as we sit in the gallery at Market East Station. As we sit across from each other, he takes my hands and looks into my eyes. He gives me compliments & I blush. I feel so lucky to be his girl.
He sends me a text, Like i said before, im just lucky to have had a beautiful girl come into my life because honestly cute is such an understatement. Im glad your mine for so much more than that, dear. Your mind is as attractive as the rest of you. Hope, you mean so much to me.
Tears form in my eyes as I read through this message. I can’t concentrate. I put everything aside to spend time with him. We need to hang out as much as possible, since in a month, it will become difficult to see one another. It will be a change. There will need to be an adjustment. I’m in that “I never want to leave you stage.” You know the kind where your heart aches when you’re not with them. You feel compelled to see him, talk to him, touch him, kiss him. That kind.
Am I in love? I’m certainly close to it. I have such strong feelings for him that I could never give up. He says, I’m committed. I’ll never give up on you.
My jaw drops. I’m shocked. He’s my first real, real relationship. I mean, I can tell he’s committed. I can just tell by the way he looks at me, talks to me, shares stories, listens, offers advice & pays attention. We talk. We touch. We’re a real couple. He’s mine & I’m his.
I have chills. I want to see him. I can’t wait to see him.
I wake up every morning thinking about you. I think about you a lot. Me too. I think about him most of the day. I have to shut my mouth sometimes. I can’t talk about him too much. But, that’s how you know that he’s very special to me. If I talk about him, you know that I’m crushing HARD on this dude.
I saw this and thought of you, he says as he places a flower on my lap. A rose. It was romantic & sweet & special. I smiled. I can’t help it. He makes me happy.
I like doing sweet things for you. He’s my sweetheart. Sorry ladies, this guy is taken! You can’t have him. He’s mine & mine only.
There’s never enough time, I share with him. He agrees. But, that means we’ll miss one another & the next time we see each other, everything will be fresh & new.
I feel dizzy, light headed. But, it’s a good feeling.
You haven’t a clue how much I like this guy. You just have no idea. I wish I could make you fully comprehend, but you can’t & won’t.
He’s just a gem. In fact, he’s my gem.