This Girl That I Love

Thu, 09/18/2014 - 17:33 -- MicRiv


I step into the room smiling on the inside.

I can only hold my cheeks down for so long.

Why is it so hard to keep my face from flushing red?

In a way it feels nice.

Embarassin, but nice.

I take a few steps toward the bed gazing down at her.

A mix of joy and pleasure smacks me across the face.

Where did this come from?

I have never felt this much happiness for a person before.

I lie down beside her still smiling on the inside and slowly wrap my arms around her body.

I am not able see her expression but I can feel the smile rippling across her face.

Why does thi simple act make me so warm?

Why does she feel warm?

Just lying beside her makes me feel like no other.

She turns around to face me.

That cute petite face ad those warm brown freckles.

It tempts me to touch her which for some reason sends an electric jolt through my body.

But those eyes.

I am so captivated in those light brown eyes.

Why is this happening to me?

My cheeks heat up and my lips form two sharp peeks at each corner.

Why am I so suddenly deep with joy?

Why am I smiling and warm and just so...happy?

This is something I thought I had once felt but no, this is real.

I touch her cheeks without giving my hands consent.

Why did I do that?

This is not normal.

Or is it?

Maybe it feels abnormal because I am not use to it.

Or maybe not.

Do I Like this girl?


Who is this girl?

Who is this girl that I Love?

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