She's so pretty, she thinks to herself.

You two have been dating for five months, she's very new to this. You're not. You're her entire world, now. Her love, her roman empire. Everything.

The nervous ticks she has are adorable; the way her lips quiver when you get a little too close, to the way she avoids your gaze with flushed cheeks when you compliment her.

She loves you.

"I love you."