He asked me , if I am okay and I told him fine when I am with you . And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
" Stella , Wait ! he said and I ask him , what happened ?
" Well I wrote something for you and before we go inside I wanna to read it for you . "
" You wrote for me . . . . what you wrote for me . . . . . " I said and he took a note from his pocket and unfold it . . . . . .
" You hand fits in mine like its made to be but bear this in mind it was meant to be and im joining up the dots with the freckles on you cheeks and it all makes sense to me. I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you've never loved your stomach or your thighs and the dimples in you
