Prom with Daniel was amazing, to say the least. Dancing with him, being close to him, just being with him and having fun was a fantastic experience. My junior year has been amazing with him in it. These past (almost) three months have been beyond compare. But my mind wants to get all philosophical today…
Have you ever met someone who moved you with a single look? It doesn’t have to be romantic. Maybe something about them stirs a feeling in you, a purpose you didn’t know before. An idea, a simple thought, a sort of drive.
Daniel does that to me. He holds me close and looks at me, REALLY looks at me, and suddenly I have choices and options and life is so big and grand and strangely close. I love him, my naive teenage brain wants to be with him, but even then I know that there are so many things I can do now that I never thought of before and it’s all his fault.
This boy, this brilliant, beautiful, splendid boy looked up how far away our intended colleges are going to be from each other. Not only does he want a potential future with me, but he’s looked into it. He’s offered to help find me a school because the initial one wasn’t going to work out. He has done so much for me and asks for nothing in return.
I guess that’s why I write about him so much. I just have so many words (and there aren’t enough in all the global languages combined) to explain just how much he means or just how beautiful I find him.
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