Maybe, I had a tiny-minie-tweeny-weenie crush on him. Though, I’d never really have a constructive conversation with him.
It was funny how one confession brought out his weak side, leaving him bare and vulnerable.
I glanced up at him to find him staring at me with a vague expression, like he’s trying to figure something out.
I placed my hand in his and instantly a tingle and a weird feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. My cheeks burned involuntarily and suddenly I felt happy.
My heart was satisfied to hear his words but my mind was still afraid that I might be dreaming and this moment would vanish the second I snapped back to the painful reality.
But my mind lost all those uncertainty when he took my hand in his. When he gazed into my eyes with so much love and adoration, I realized that the reality wasn’t painful but enchanting.
“I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?” “Yes.”
He tasted so sweet, like milk chocolates. Oh and I loved milk chocolates. We broke apart and he laid his forehead against mine.
“It is perfect.”