11.30.04 - 3:59 p.m.
pretty ugly before

i'm in love.

i just want to kiss him and touch his face and slow-dance with him.

slow-dancing? i HATE dancing! holy crap.

he's making me dinner tonight. no guy has ever made me dinner before.

every morning when i leave his house it's as if there weren't enough hours in the day to do all the things we wanted to do or say all the things we wanted to say.

how did i get so lucky?

"and i feel pretty, pretty enough for you, i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do..." e.s.

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