“I— Woah..” I mumble to myself as you step onto the porch of your house, you’re wearing your prom dress that I haven’t even seen yet, you just sent me a picture of the colour and told me to match my tie with your dress, which I did just for you.

It’s our prom day and I’m treating it like our wedding day at this point, you in the most beautiful dress just makes me feel that way. It compliments you so well, not like everything else doesn’t, but it’s really just the final touch to your beauty of tonight.

I’ve been talking to your dad in the front garden for around 20 minutes while you were finishing up doing whatever you were doing with your mom. He was washing the car so I stood around to keep him company. I think your dad likes me, I hope so anyway because I’m wishing to spend forever with you, which is crazy to say because we’re so young but I know you’re the only one. Nobody will ever make me feel the things you make me feel and I know it.

You give me a little spin and I chuckle in response, your mom and dad watching me as I stand in shock. They know how much I love you and I’m pretty sure that they’re happy for you too, especially because you’ve found someone who’s obsessed with you.

I walk over to you and place my hands on your waist gently. “You look really pretty.” I compliment you with a smile, my eyes trailing over all the places I love so much. Which is everything, quite literally. I take in a deep breath, leaning in a little but I realise your wearing lip products and I can’t help but panic a little.

I’m deathly afraid that I’m going to ruin something on you. “Can I kiss you?” I whisper so your parents don’t hear, ‘cause it can be a little embarrassing for you. I asked because I don’t want to do it without permission incase your makeup smudges or something. I’m just a little nervous, really.