She thought she beat me, but she was wrong. I won't ever let her win. She can fight it but I know she loves me.

I remember the day I first saw her. She was so beautiful in that blue shirt that matched her eyes. Her blond hair flowing around her shoulders. I wanted to bury my head in her beautiful hair. But I held back. I just gazed at her from afar. I thought she looked at me a couple times maybe even smiled at me.

She tried to make me jealous by kissing that other guy, but I knew that she loved me and not him.

Nothing will make me leave her, not even death.