Love
16.
First Love.
Soft Lips.
Soft Kiss.
Caressing his face.
The rough feel of his stuble.
His smile that makes me fall in love all over again.
Our fingers are intertwined , palms sweaty.
I look up to meet his bold brown eyes staring down at me.
I blush and look away.
Smiling on the inside, thinking this cant be real.
Me.
You.
Its too good to be true.
He brings my face eye level to his.
Looks me straight in the eye.
Soft lips.
Soft kiss.
He whispers "i love you".
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