Her smile, her eyes. They pulled him in. He couldn’t excape them. The stories she would tell, and the things that she dreamed about, grew in importance. He wanted to learn everything about her. Her wants, desires, and goals suddenly became something that he wanted to be a part of. His life was changed. The man, the boy that he was, was no more. His small world got larger. His view broadened, but in a way got smaller as well. A lot of his focus was shifted to her. Whenever he smiled he remembered her laugh. When he walked he remembered her shape keeping pace beside him, her hand in his. She pushed her way into his mind, consumed his thoughts. He didn’t consider himself a romantic, but her soul made him dream. The what ifs, the potential of them, came alive. The days without her went by slow, and the times with her went by fast. After dropping her off he would reluctantly drive home in the darkness and smile. Someday, someday, she will be his wife. They said that he was falling too fast, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t help it. He was in love. 

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