Love is honesty. Love is a mutual respect for one another.

Nobody really knows herExcept the chosen fewHer secrets are kept hiddenBehind that sun-kissed hue.If I reach out to touch herShell just run awayMy Forever and AlwaysWill have to wait another day.

dear kiara The women in the shop told me that yellow rose represents friendship and red rose shows love. And the rosery is the only thing i own that i care for its yours im yours C

My brain tells me it will be better to just let him go.My heart... not so much.

I look down at our knees slightly touching. Jeans against jeans. Does she notice the heat transferring from her body to mine Does she even realize what shes doing to me I know I know. Im not a virgin and the slightest touch of a girls knee is driving me insane. I dont even know what Im feeling for Maggie I just know that Im feeling. Its something Ive tried to avoid and deny until yesterday when I held her in my arms while her tears spilled onto my shirt.God our knees touching isnt enough. I need more.Shes knotting her fingers together on her lap as if she doesnt know what to do with them. I want to touch her but what if she pulls awaylike before Ive never been such a wuss with a girl in my life.I bite my bottom lip as I slide my hand about millionth of a millimeter closer to her hand.She doesnt seem fazed so I move closer. And closer.When the tips of my fingers touch her wrist she freezes. But she doesnt jerk her hand away. God her skin is so soft I think as my fingers trail a path from her wrist to her knuckles to her smooth manicured nails.I swear touching her like this is driving me nuts. Its more erotic more intense than any other time with Kendra. I feel awkward andinexperienced as a freshman again. I look up. Everyone else is oblivious to the intensity of emotions running rampant in the back of the public bus.When I look back down at my hand covering hers Im grateful she hasnt come to her senses and pulled away. As if she knows mythoughts we both turn our hands at the same time so our hands are palm against palm...finger against finger. Her hand is dwarfed against mine. It makes her seem more delicate and petite than Id realize. I feel a need to protect her and be her champion should she ever need one.With a slight shift of my hand I lace my fingers through hers.Im holding hands. With Maggie Armstrong.Im not even going to think about how wrong it is because it feels so right. Shes avoided looking right at me but now she turns her headand our eyes lock. God how come I never noticed before how long her lashes were and how her brown eyes have specks of gold that sparkle when the sun shine on themThe bus stops suddenly and I look out the window. Its our stop. She must have realized this because she pulls her hand away from mine and stands. I follow behind still reeling.

Look at me chica. When she does I repeat Eres hermosa.What does it meanYoure beautiful.

Marry me Kiara he blurts out in front of everyone.Why she asks challenging him.Because I love you he says walking up to her and bending down on one knee while he takes her hand in his and I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up seein your face every mornin I want you to be the mother of my children I want to fix cars with you and eat your crappy tofu tacos that you think are Mexican. I want to climb mountains with you and be challenged by you I want to argue with you just so we can have crazy hot makeup sex. Marry me because without you Id be six feet under and because I love your family like theyre my own and because youre my best friend and I want to grow old with you. He starts tearing up and its shocking because Ive never seen him cry. Marry me Kiara Westford because when I got shot the only thing I was thinkin about was comin back here and makin you my wife. Say yes chica.

Tonight was... well it was perfect for me too. Youve turned my world upside down. Ive fallen in love with you chica and it scares the fuckin shit outta me. Ive been shakin all night because I knew it.Ive tried to deny it to make you think I wanted you as a fake girlfriend but that was a lie.

One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart.

We kiss all the time. I clear my throat then add We just...do it in private. A smug expression crosses his face. I dont buy it for a second cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin in your house Id kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder. A reminder of w-w-what That you were mine.