05.12.23
we laid in the driveway underneath the street lamps, looking at the stars.
"what are we?" i asked as i watched a plane fly over us
"definitely more than friends," she said
'obviously,' i thought
"what do you want us to be?" she asked
"I want to be yours," i said, looking up at her, smiling as my head rested on her thighs,"it's really up to you, though"
"okay then," she smiled back,"we're dating"
then she kissed me, and all i could think was, 'finally'
as we walked back towards her house, she pulled me aside, wrapped her arms around me, and we kissed again
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