A Cute Love Story
A Cute Love Story2 mins 155 2 mins 155
It was glorious, colorful autumn.
The lectures got over and We’d just left the college. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, “C’mon, let’s be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice!”
I don’t like to walk on the road. I never walked. But when she caught my hand and looked into my eyes, it was the best thing I’d ever had. My hand still tingled where she grabbed it.
As we walked through the park, a light drizzle began to fall. She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.
“Don’t be silly,” she giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn’t help but laugh too, her laugh is infectious.
As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.
“So Ava…” She began. I knew this tone of voice, it’s dangerous.
“Who do you like?” She whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say, ‘you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the only one I can ever think about. You’re gorgeous and sweet and funny and…’
Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down.
She looked at me with a cautious smile. “If I tell you, that you are mine, will you tell me yours?”
“Okay,” I said.
“The person I like… …is you.” She whispered.
I was totally blank; the thing was taking place exactly how I want.
I looked at her and replied..... the person I love the most is you...
The day begins our love story...
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
From that day we are still together with the same love, happiness, and respect.
The credit goes only to her...