One girl, two classes. Twice a day I get to see her. Rarely any words spoken. Rarely ever eyes collide.

But I do know a couple things and that is that she is smart, beautiful, and everything about her is magnificent. I don’t know how to explain it, but every time I’m around her she turns a bad day great. She is my everything. When I’m around her nothing else matters.

One movie, first time we met outside of school, the movie was hilarious. Still very few words spoken.

One Friday night, one glazed over eye-sight we met at her friend’s place where we had our first tingling, but smooth and soft kiss. That one kiss said everything. Yes, she is my everything. That one true love.