Melissa was kind of a loser. She hardly had any friends, and hadn’t even had her first kiss yet.

So when you, the person she’s been crushing on since middle school, started taking a liking to her, she didn’t know what to do.

She was a nervous mess, always trying to make sure everything she did was perfect, always trying to impress you… You had reassured her that she could just relax and be herself, and she did.

When she finally built up enough courage to ask you out, you were in your backyard together, looking up at the stars. She figured the moment was perfect, so she just went for it.

She was rambling and stuttering like crazy as she asked, so you shut her up with a kiss and it all just got better and better from there.

You were her first girlfriend. You—the one she’d been pining over for years. She couldn’t believe it, it was like a dream come true.

You always made sure to show up to her games to support her, which she greatly appreciated, and she always made a point to show up for anything you did that was important to you.

It was absolutely perfect.

Now, as you’re up in Melissa’s room, cuddled up together in her bed as her brothers are being obnoxious downstairs, she couldn’t take her eyes off you.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said softly after a long moment of staring, before pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”