so my mother told me this morning that i wear rose colored glasses. i know it's true because i am so happy.
i know its really soon, but i cant stop something that is so true. i love him
once annoying, the deer are no so beautiful; poems once boring and confusing, now make since in every way; and love stories and romance are now the only thing i understand.

how can my life be so perfect?
every mistake made along the way was only the right answer in my mind
the alarm clock that awoke my dream was set perfectly for the moment that it became a reality, every second of my life being made set up to make this day i met him

and the safest place i know is his arms
every wall can be broken down by them, yet can comfort such pale skin as mine.

perfect.