the chorus of end up here were playing in my head the whole time. maybe because it fits my current situation. just an hour ago, i am sitting in front of dylan's parents and now dylan's sitting with me in front of my parents.
how did we end up talking in the first place?
that line. that one tempting question that i wanted to seek an answer to. both of us had known each other for like a month or two only but he's already a big part of my life. i can't believe that something like this happens in real life, and to think that to someone like me? unbelievable. he's just too good to be true. is he even for real? sometimes i think that i am dreaming this or i'm suspicious (happens once in a while) to him thinking that he's pulling a joke on me. i'm not typically the kind of girl who looks very cute or beautiful or pretty or every synonym of that word. i don't have a nice body as well, i don't do exercise, it's a waste of time. and i seldomly make myself look more human. my appearance is as mess up as my life.
so, what, why and how did he managed to love me?
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"good night, dylan." my mom said waving at him.
"good night mrs. benson."
"g-good night." i said. he leaned his face inch closer.
"good night." he said brushing his nose against mine.
i locked the door after and sat on the floor replaying everything that happened and prayed to god. it's the first time that i prayed for myself. i hope he'll listen.
please make this lasts forever. i promise, i won't take him for granted. and thank you for him. thank you for making that guy real. he's real right? please don't make this just a dream.