That Saturday you leaned into my shoulder and how your head just fit perfectly into my neck.

It was the most blissful moment I've ever had.

How on our last band trip you left your friends to sit with me and let me hold your hand for the first time.

I'm sure my eyes shown like emeralds as you locked your fingers into mine.

How you wouldn't look at me on our first date, or a football game rather, when all I yearned for was you gaze as my hands wrapped around your waist, an unexplored territory for you.

You had me work so long and hard for that first kiss.

How the first 'I love you' rolled off of my tongue like I had been saying it since birth.

I have never been one to turn a serious card over, much less after barley a month.

How I have never been as infatuated with a girl like I am with you.

*Why am I so immensely, insanely, crazily, hopelessly, in love with you?