Premonitions

He was more beautiful in person than he was in my dreams. I knew that I wanted to be his forever. I didn't love him yet, I just felt it in my heart, we are meant to be. I know it.

His skin was so warm and smooth when I slipped my hand under his in the register class, but this was now third-period, and he kept stealing longing glances at me. Whenever he caught me look back he'd look away like he hadn't done anything. But this time I did it back. He stole a hopeful glance, and I held it, returning it back with a wishful smile. He then looked happy, which made me feel good. This boy wants me, I'm actually wanted by someone. . .

I smiled continuously throughout the period, feeling more happy than I ever had.