It was the beginning of 4th grade, our eyes met that day on the bus,
you sat down in the bus seat near my cus. When i got home that night i went up and asked who you were, yet my heart wouldn't stop beating and my goose bumps wouldn't go away. I couldn't stand this feeling i needed you that day. Then came the moment i kept writing you, telling you how much i felt and why i wanted you. We've gone out a dozen times or two. Now 4 years later and I'm still in love with you. Your in my 4th hour class and before this year you couldn't get enough of me but now i want you more than ever and you said no to me. My heart broke in halve and now i cant think, I'm begging for you to take me please. I'm nothing with out our love you were the first seems 4 is our greatest number and hoping we last for 4 more. Maybe in 40 more years it will be our anniversary, maybe we will live till 40 and be happy. Could we live to see our 40th anniversary or could we go out for 4 years than ask me to marry you. All i know is my first love was to you that first day of 4th grade.
