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I laid down next to the him, close on the white sheet, displayed among summers' green grass. He looked over at me. I looked back at him, reaching for his hand, carelessly lying at his side. I locked my fingers around his, and inched closer to him.

"You mean everything to me." I whispered, ever so softly, but just enough so he could hear it.

"I love you." He gently replied.

Young love. Something so foolish, but also admirable, simultaneously. Our ability to dream, and imagine, building off of one another, becoming stronger and bolder. We seemed to lie on the wrinkled sheet for hours past dusk, watching the stars surrounding the earth like a canopy. We talked about our future together. As if we knew we would last forever. We were dreamers at heart, and we strengthened each other.

We loved more than the surface. We loved inside and out. We found beauty, and that was the kind of love that never diminished.

The way the moon light hit his smiling face gave me goosebumps all over. I couldn't understand what it was; his perfect teeth, his green eyes, his brown hair. It's as if God constructed him to my exact liking. His soul was kind and good, his physical appearance melted me until I had lost the ability to speak.

Distracted in my own thoughts, I suddenly found him leaning closer, and closer to me. His smile fading into his face; spreading the happiness everywhere. Our lips touched, and I felt something electrifying. Almost as if his happiness passed on to me. We both were smiling. I wrapped my arms around him, lightly touching his neck, and kissing him again. He put one hand on my waist, and one on my cheek, guiding my lips to meet his. It was a perfect amount of tension between him and I. We leaned in and out together, feeding our hunger for love.

We let out laughs, and giggles, then slowly made our way out of the lawn, and into the house. There, it all started.

He unbuttoned my blouse, and I unbuckled his belt. One by one, every article of clothing on our bodies had been removed as we stumbled down the hall, headed for the bed. Lightly, he laid me down first, placing his hands on my back, making sure I was comfortably on the bed. Then himself, gracefully coming on top of me, under the blankets. We were breathing heavily, almost in sync. He touched me everywhere, with the most gentle fingertips imaginable. We kissed, and smiled. We felt everything all at once. It was so good, and so perfect. He was on my mind, and that was all.

Our lips seemed to never be apart, on a rarity did they break away that night.

The next morning, I woke up with him by my side. He was still asleep. I gave him a kiss, saw his eyes slightly flicker open, and a tired smile spread across his face. He let out a soft, quiet moan, and stretched his arms.

"Good morning baby." He said through his smiling lips, and kissed me back.

I got out of bed first, pulling my underwear up to my waist, and throwing on one of his shirts. I sat down beside him on the bed, and looked at him, smiling, as always. The morning light coming in was so rich and bright, there was no need to turn on a light.

"Good morning." I whispered.

My knotted hair came down just in the middle of my chest. I looked down at it and decided to go to the bathroom and comb it. I staggered down the hallway, in a daze of happiness, almost drunk from it. I brushed my teeth, and fixed my hair, tucking it all behind one ear letting it wrap around the back of my neck, and down one side of me. I heard him come in. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I turned around and pushed myself into him, kissing him as we leaned against the bathroom wall. He started it, kissing my forehead, and then my cheek, then my neck, and finally finding my mouth. Once we began to slow down, I buried my face into his chest.

I could never imagine living without him. Me, almost twenty, having such a long way to go in this life. I didn't want to search and search for my 'true love' because I felt as if I already had mine. It was a different kind of love; my love for him... It seemed that, every day, I discovered something new about him. Something beautiful. Something that makes me smile, and my insides tingle with joy. He told me he loved me. Slowly, and quietly. He looked into my eyes every time. He said it with meaning, and I knew it.