Talking to her is easy. Making her smile makes me smile. Making her laugh makes my heart skip a beat. Talking to her is what I want to do all day.
There’s something there that I cannot explain. She’s different from the other girls. She’s easy to talk to. She’s funny and adorable. She’s smart and beautiful. She’s unique and special. She’s…different.
I want to jump head first to her. I want to be the one to make her smile. I want to make her happy. I want to be there for her – when she’s sad, when she’s mad, when she’s nervous, when she’s frustrated, when she’s happy, etc. I want to be the one she goes to when she needs someone. I want to be the one she knows will always love her.
Even though I haven’t known her for a long time, I know there’s a connection between us. Something just…works. There’s a spark. I see it in her eyes when she looks into mine. I know she sees the way I look at her. I hope she sees the way I feel about her.
I get so excited to see her smile every day. I look forward to just talking to her. I smile at the thought of her.
There’s something…different about her. Something different that I want to keep.