What did I do..

to deserve this?

I'm really not sure, but damn I'm lucky.

I still can't figure out why this gorgeous curly-haired, blue eyed boy is sitting on my bed playing my guitar telling me I'm beautiful. Honestly, I can't.

All good things must come to an end, right?

maybe that's the pessimist in me, but it is just too good to be true.

someone so real. someone so sweet. someone who genuinely cares.

gives me butterflies just thinking about it.