I'm in love, for the very first time. It's scary cause it's like being in a foreign land where I don't know anything at all. Of all flings that happened that never went anywhere, I see us going somewhere. I fell in love with a boy that sat in front of me in Burger King during Singapore Special Day that was on the 9 August. I've known him for 2 months. I know 2 months ain't long, yeah it's kinda Cliché and all, but really, i am in love with him. He's patient, sweet and I do think he's perfect, just perfect. I would't ever change a thing at all. We do fight, bicker and disagree on a daily basis, but I love him and that'll never change.(We're all hypocrites at this age. But right now I really mean it.) He likes to rub his tummy when we're in public, it's adorable but annoying sometimes. When he removes stray hairs off my face, i feel as though i'm in some kind of movie. When we're together, he's always stuck to me and I like that about him, it's like right there at that very moment, I'm the only thing that is important. I ain't too sure why but i like to run my fingers through his hair. Somehow, he never fails to bring out the best in me. I'm glad i found him.