You. The cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I wish I could call you mine. Because you’re not just cute. You’re smart and funny and ridiculous and you make me smile and I’m happy when I’m with you. You keep me guessing. You’re a breath of fresh air, original yet satisfying. You laugh jingle bells while your eyes replicate the ocean, pulling me in and under with the tide of your personality. I’m roughed up, flipped upside-down and right side up again. I emerge from your grasp, battered and bruised, disoriented with a mouthful of sand and the feeling of a thrill that can only be associated with total infatuation.
You. You’re almost too much to handle, say the butterflies in my stomach and the red on my face and the hammer of my heart. But I know that I’d go rushing back into the ocean again, fully expecting you to toss me around and loving every minute of it.
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