Okay, so right after the lunch bell rang to show that we need to get to fifth period, my boyfriend kissed me on the cheek.
What made it even better was that he even asked for permission beforehand, was blushing a bit, and he was nervous. It is most likely hard to tell but for the past ten minutes [give or take], I have been freaking out and saying, "He kissed me on the cheek".
But really.
He kissed me on the cheek again.
And I am simply smiling like an idiot.
Though, it is biased, I think that my reason for doing so is not at all idiotic.
Nevermind that--he kissed me on the cheek and I'm still freaking out because I just really like him so much [I daresay "love", I'm not too sure if I'm comfortable with saying that...].
Anyway.
Yeah.
That's about it. <3
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