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    Amy, sparkling eyes, shining hair, everything entranced me. She looked over at me and smiled. She leaned in and gave me a small peck on the lips. I felt some heat crawl across my cheeks, as always. Her lips left a tingling sensation on my skin that sent my heart racing. I'm so greedy, I thought, but who gives a damn?
    I must have been smiling like a freakin' idiot because she started laughing, but I looked at her like she was the idiot. It made her laugh even more. Her laugh making my heart skip a beat, shouldn't I be dead by now..? My heart's probably missed countless amounts of thumps.
    "I love you," I smiled. "It'll never end, 'kay?" I vowed.
    "I knew that, weirdo." She teased.
    "Did you know that tomorrow's our one year?" I smiled.
    "How could I forget..?" She looked at me with that expression again, the one where I was the idiot. "Don't make me think you're dumb."
    "I'm not going to stop your mind from wandering. I'm not a control freak." I shrugged. My smile grew; we were being so dumb and romantic.
    At first, when she told me that she liked me, I was scared. My parents weren't the most understanding, and my brother not very supportive. I thought she was so kind so I said yes. We went on a date, nothing extravagant, but something I'll never forget. We went to Kennywood. But being me, I had only one ride on my mind. The Swingshot.
    The rush of being parallel with the ground only to be hurled back down was always such a rush. The feeling of falling made my heart lurch, but in a good way. But now that is nothing compared to the new rush I've been given. Sneaking out to see Amy, one way to get the adrenaline pumping, but something else made my heart practically stop every time. Her smile. It's become a daily indulgence. Amy, my personal addiction, the only person I never want to let go. Knowing it's me that makes her smile makes it even better.
    Her parents are pretty cool, too. I always knew they were nice people, but the extent of their kindness is almost heartbreaking. My parents, cruel as they are, make my life a living hell and when it becomes too much for me to handle I go to Amy. Her parents let me stay over almost every night now… I feel like a burden but if I were to put it into words Amy would probably hit me upside the head. Haha, how scary.
   I hope she doesn't read this… She'd probably praise me for writing out my feelings and then hit me. Speaking of her hitting me…
    While I was deep in thought, and you were reading my endless inner ramblings on paper, Amy started hitting on me. Or flirting. Or whatever "normal" people call it. Amy was anything but average, and I was nothing close to normal. She finished her beating around the bush and started kissing me. It was routine, but it was something natural, something I'd never get tired of. First she flirted, then she kissed, then we'd cuddle and tease.
    And Amy was the best at teasing. She'd leave me wanting more, purposely. She knew it didn't annoy me, so it wasn't like she was doing any harm. Damn I sound like a man, I told myself, so if I'm the man I should take charge, right? So I did.
    Today was a tad different already so it wasn't anything weird for me to make it a little more… adventurous. We were at my house. The house was nearly empty, my brother sitting in the living room with a few of his friends. My room was purple and grey. I added the deep, royal purple, of course. Posters covered the ceiling, signatures on my walls, all of my friends… one wall was for Amy's poetry and love notes. When I was home, in my room, I'd stare at her words. Her writing, the hearts she'd design. Everything, really.
    I parted our lips to let ourselves breathe a little. I stole a glance to see something new. "I love you," was written in the cutest script I'd ever seen. Hearts surrounded it and a small chibi character blew a kiss. "Kayley," It continued, so I continued to read. "You are perfect, smart, loving, beautiful—" The list stopped so I stopped reading and turned to her.
     "It's not finished yet." She smiled. "I'm still in the middle of thinking of all the words to put on your wall."
    "You don't have to put 'em all up there." I kissed her again. "I know that even if you were to put every adjective up there you wouldn't be satisfied…but I guess I wouldn't either, if I started to make a list." I mused.
    "I love you." She smiled, her eyes sparkling… That small twinkle in her eye made me know it was true. I wondered if my eyes even began to express what I was feeling.
    "I love you. Perfect and tempting, beautiful and sweet— my girl." I gave her a small kiss on her nose.
    "I know what I can add!" She sat up, snatched a Sharpie and added one word to the list, but obviously everyone, except See-Through-Baby, makes a better door than a window. So once she was done she leaned back, stared at her work until she approved.
    "Let me see." I leaned around her as my arms wrapped around her waist.
    "Sure!" She smiled proudly.
    I rested my head on her shoulder and stared at the words she had added. I felt my face grow hot, my heart pound. She had written something that meant so much to me. "I love you, Kayley," it read, "You are perfect, smart, loving, beautiful, and forever mine."
    "And I am forever yours." I promised and kissed her cheek.

Description
    Amy, sparkling eyes, shining hair, everything entranced me. She looked over at me and smiled. She leaned in and gave me a small peck on the lips. I felt some heat crawl across my cheeks, as always. Her lips left a tingling sensation on my skin that sent my heart racing. I'm so greedy, I thought, but who gives a damn?
    I must have been smiling like a freakin' idiot because she started laughing, but I looked at her like she was the idiot. It made her laugh even more. Her laugh making my heart skip a beat, shouldn't I be dead by now..? My heart's probably missed countless amounts of thumps.
    "I love you," I smiled. "It'll never end, 'kay?" I vowed.
    "I knew that, weirdo." She teased.
    "Did you know that tomorrow's our one year?" I smiled.
    "How could I forget..?" She looked at me with that expression again, the one where I was the idiot. "Don't make me think you're dumb."
    "I'm not going to stop your mind from wandering. I'm not a control freak." I shrugged. My smile grew; we were being so dumb and romantic.
    At first, when she told me that she liked me, I was scared. My parents weren't the most understanding, and my brother not very supportive. I thought she was so kind so I said yes. We went on a date, nothing extravagant, but something I'll never forget. We went to Kennywood. But being me, I had only one ride on my mind. The Swingshot.
    The rush of being parallel with the ground only to be hurled back down was always such a rush. The feeling of falling made my heart lurch, but in a good way. But now that is nothing compared to the new rush I've been given. Sneaking out to see Amy, one way to get the adrenaline pumping, but something else made my heart practically stop every time. Her smile. It's become a daily indulgence. Amy, my personal addiction, the only person I never want to let go. Knowing it's me that makes her smile makes it even better.
    Her parents are pretty cool, too. I always knew they were nice people, but the extent of their kindness is almost heartbreaking. My parents, cruel as they are, make my life a living hell and when it becomes too much for me to handle I go to Amy. Her parents let me stay over almost every night now… I feel like a burden but if I were to put it into words Amy would probably hit me upside the head. Haha, how scary.
   I hope she doesn't read this… She'd probably praise me for writing out my feelings and then hit me. Speaking of her hitting me…
    While I was deep in thought, and you were reading my endless inner ramblings on paper, Amy started hitting on me. Or flirting. Or whatever "normal" people call it. Amy was anything but average, and I was nothing close to normal. She finished her beating around the bush and started kissing me. It was routine, but it was something natural, something I'd never get tired of. First she flirted, then she kissed, then we'd cuddle and tease.
    And Amy was the best at teasing. She'd leave me wanting more, purposely. She knew it didn't annoy me, so it wasn't like she was doing any harm. Damn I sound like a man, I told myself, so if I'm the man I should take charge, right? So I did.
    Today was a tad different already so it wasn't anything weird for me to make it a little more… adventurous. We were at my house. The house was nearly empty, my brother sitting in the living room with a few of his friends. My room was purple and grey. I added the deep, royal purple, of course. Posters covered the ceiling, signatures on my walls, all of my friends… one wall was for Amy's poetry and love notes. When I was home, in my room, I'd stare at her words. Her writing, the hearts she'd design. Everything, really.
    I parted our lips to let ourselves breathe a little. I stole a glance to see something new. "I love you," was written in the cutest script I'd ever seen. Hearts surrounded it and a small chibi character blew a kiss. "Kayley," It continued, so I continued to read. "You are perfect, smart, loving, beautiful—" The list stopped so I stopped reading and turned to her.
     "It's not finished yet." She smiled. "I'm still in the middle of thinking of all the words to put on your wall."
    "You don't have to put 'em all up there." I kissed her again. "I know that even if you were to put every adjective up there you wouldn't be satisfied…but I guess I wouldn't either, if I started to make a list." I mused.
    "I love you." She smiled, her eyes sparkling… That small twinkle in her eye made me know it was true. I wondered if my eyes even began to express what I was feeling.
    "I love you. Perfect and tempting, beautiful and sweet— my girl." I gave her a small kiss on her nose.
    "I know what I can add!" She sat up, snatched a Sharpie and added one word to the list, but obviously everyone, except See-Through-Baby, makes a better door than a window. So once she was done she leaned back, stared at her work until she approved.
    "Let me see." I leaned around her as my arms wrapped around her waist.
    "Sure!" She smiled proudly.
    I rested my head on her shoulder and stared at the words she had added. I felt my face grow hot, my heart pound. She had written something that meant so much to me. "I love you, Kayley," it read, "You are perfect, smart, loving, beautiful, and forever mine."
    "And I am forever yours." I promised and kissed her cheek.