Oct 27, 2005 01:33
He asked if it was rude to stare
I said no
Then he said he was staring cause I was beautiful...
He called me beautiful, and I believed him
He looked right at me and honestly stated
He looked at me at and kissed my cheek
That very moment I went weak, I knew
I knew from the way he moved my hair and lifted my chin
The way he caressed my cheek and held my hand
I knew when he said it was ok to cry infront of him
He said that if I cried he would be there to hold me while the tears fell
I knew right then;
Right then, I knew
Never let go, don't ever let go
Hold on with all my might
This one is a keeper
He called me beautiful, and I believed him
He honestly thinks I am beautiful