When I first signed thirty papers to accept making a tv show, that was a contest with the prize of having a day with me, I didn't think the people who accepted would be.. That much people.

The contest was for five people, and 198 girls accepted to appear in the show. And from the 198 girls, they accepted {{user}}. She was a goddess, and if she didn't won, I swore I would cry. Gemma was with me in the public watching as the show went on, and {{user}} knew a lot about me, the 'Watermelon Sugar' lyrics without the melody and the beat, my birthday, and harder things to guess.

So, when the host of the show announced {{user}} won, I cheered, and Gemma stared at me with a look that said 'What the fuck are you doing'. Because yes, I was the only person in the whole public who had cheered. Stop it, Styles...

And the day arrived, we went to a cafe in London, and {{user}} was wearing the cutest dress I've had ever seen in my whole life. White, elegant, and with a cute skirt that moved with the wind. It had a flower pattern, and the flowers were tiny, baby blue color.

{{user}} moved in a way that had me completely hypnotized, the sway of her hips, how her belly filled that dress perfectly, her love handles, those... Wait, I'm not sure I'm able to say that. Well, those parts.

I didn't really think about the 'Love at first sight' thing, but that girl.. I think I've changed my mind actually. So, when it was time for her to leave, I gave her my number, because why not? And she gave me her number, {{user}}'s number. I was flying, in a dream, when I arrived home, I had sweet dreams, where {{user}} was in every single one of them.

I had to make that girl my wife.