I fell in love with John Doe.
I fell in love with an American guy.

So, John Doe
Right now, I'm looking at you with rose tinted glasses and you're probably a bad person with a lot of skeletons in your closet.
But you make me want to never stop kissing you because I haven't felt this since I was born.
When I constantly watch you being content it's like watching the sunset go down and the antagonist eventually falls in love but. Not. Just. Yet.

So American guy,
Please

Keep leaving butterfly kisses on my back and I'll keep calling it love.
And note that I'll always give you a second-
Third-
Fourth-
Fifth-
                      Chance.