--ok guys this is my very first story so please please please be nice! im not that great of a writer but i read a lot and this is kinda based on my boyfriend.. enjoy!--
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I look at my watch, 5:00. Where is he? Did I get the wrong address? The air is crisp and clean and I can see my own breath ahead of me. I pull my sweater around me tightly and turn to take a step around the corner. As I turn, my heart stops and restarts itself as a huge grin spreads across my face. A tall figure is standing twenty yards down and I recognize his features anywhere. He stands there with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched up to keep the cold from taking over.
As I stare, I can't help all of these long dormant thoughts from seeping into my consciousness. This boy has been through death. He has struggled with what no teen should ever have to struggle with. And yet here he waits… for me. Some might not think of me as lucky to have such a boyfriend, but what do they know? Sure he's done things he probably regrets, and sure he might have some tendencies that scare even him, but I love him. I know this boy. I know him and I love him with all my heart, and I count myself lucky to be his love and his confidant.
I shiver and think, why am I still standing here? I run straight at him and I am about to tackle him when he turns to me and grabs me around the waist. Apparently I wasn't as quiet as I though I was… We tumble to the ground together; laughing and embracing each other.
I look up into is sad and misunderstood eyes and I reach up to stroke his cheek. I wish I could tell him how wonderful he is. Even though he wouldn't believe me, I still know that he is. Anyways how could someone be the center of my universe and not be wonderful and magnificent and amazing?
Instead I say, "I love you."
"I love you too." He replies simply.
How did I ever get so lucky?