Him: I love you.
Me: How dare you say that, you barely know me.
Him: I know that you hate when people chew with their mouths open. You hate
being tickled and you can't stand the sound of a baby crying. You won't eat seafood
and you are allergic to eggs and sunscreen. You have never missed an episode of
Pretty Little Liars and your favorite time of day is night. You love country music and
orange juice and your cowgirl boots. You would never tell anybody but you play the
guitar and piano and your voice is amazing. You always have to burn your hair until
it is straight but I love your hair when you leave it natural. It is curly and weird and
frizzy but I always find myself wanting to reach out and touch it. You hate the fact
that you have a freckle half on your bottom lip but I think it is adorable and you
don't realize that when you smile, a genuine smile, the left corner of your lips lift
up just slightly and I always want to kiss you when you do. We have been dating
for 2 years, 11 months and 6 days as of today, and I know that we are teenagers
and that teenagers aren't supposed to know what love it but I know, absolutely
and completely, that if love exists than I see it every time you speak or smile or
blush. I love you.
nova ♥*