Yes, I do.

Hm... Oh love. <3

Such a good thing. (and yes this rent I'm about to launch is because I spent the night watching gooey, lovey dovey, tear dropping, romantic movies).


Well, let's see... I want that! [yes love -.-]

So here's a little peace, of a pathetic, dream/ I-wish-this-would-happen/ story.

So, I went to meet him. Of course I was nervous, I mean, who wouldn't be. My hands were sweating, my heart was beating loud, I was screaming on the inside to turn around and just go back to my room and crawl under my sheets. But my feet kept moving, they wouldn't stop. What was wrong with them?
I looked down and started fumbling with my fingers. What is it? What is this feeling inside, it's like a squeeze in my heart, it's like a void that makes an enormous pressure against my rib cage.
I got there and looked around to see if I spot him. I saw a bank and there, was a guy. I wasn't really sure if it was him I could only see the back of his head, his neck and his neatly cut hair. I'm glad it was summer and the sky was so blue and clear today.
I smiled. Even though the butterflies were restlessly fluttering in my stomach I was happy I was here and didn't turn away.
I went ahead, trying to picture the look he would have on his face. Would he be smiling? Or looking just as nervous as I am? would this be like in books? I got closer.
"Jake?" He turned around and he had a little frown on his face. The instant my eyes met the smile that immediately formed on his face, my heart pumped and skipped a beat.
"Jamie." he says my name, his smile widening.
"Hi, how are you?" I look down, smiling and ferociously blushing.
"I'm good and you?" He got up to shook my hand and I realised how tall he really was. The hand shake was sort of awkward. I think we would both rather hug or kiss on the cheak.
"Great." I returned the smile and noticed he had his camera on his neck.
"Do you wan to seat or... take a walk?"
"Hm.. I don't know... take a walk?" I asked maybe imagining we holding hands. We start walking and at first there are those first few awkward moments where we try to find something to say.
"Are- yo-"  "Do yo-" we say at the same time then laugh at each other.
"You say it" Jake said.
"Hm... Are you liking here so far?"
"Yes, actually I am. It's better than I thought it would be. The place, maybe the people. I can see myself taking really great pictures around here."
"Great I'm glad you like it. If you want I could give you a tour of the town."
"Oh yes, of course. But for now could you give me a tour of the park?"
"Sure." I reply already trying to think of what to say next.
"Do you think..." He looked around. "Do you wanna go on a boat ride?"
"Hm... I, don't know. I'm not sure I brought enough money."
"I'll pay for it, silly. Let's go." He grabbed my hand and pulled me.
My whole body instantly tingled and my heart jumped. Oh sweet mother what is happening to me?
"I've never been in one of those before with someone. Just me by myself..." I lowered my voice realizing that it was full of self pity.
"Well then I guess I'm honored to be your first." He said nonchalantly.
"When are you gonna have the guts to show me your pictures?"I asked as he finished paying the boat man.
"When they're worth being seen."
"What do you mean by that?" He got into the boat and helped me inside.
"Well... I guess I've always had this thing. I think that you can capture moments with your camera but they will only have meaning for the people that have lived it."
"Oh..." I said, looking down, sort of desappointed.
"Hey." Jake said. I lifted my head and, Snap!, he took a picture of me.
I was paralyzed and dazed all at the same time. Paralyzed because someone he had just caught me off guard in a very, I guess, fragile moment, and dazed because that meant I was part of a memory now.
"Sorry." he said shrugging. "The moment was just perfect."
"What do you mean? Let me see it." I said trying for the camera.
"No!" he said half smiling.
"Why not?" My little dazed smile vanished.
"Because, a picture is better when on paper. You can never erase it only with time."
"You're so philosophical Jake. I bet that's how you get all the girls huh?" I said sarcasticly but kind of wanting to know how exatcly many girls he's been with. Not that that was important.
"Oh yes it's part of my charm... Jamie, you know me. You know I love photography, it's my world. And when I see something beautiful or that perfect moment I just have to capture it. I guess I would say I pretty much live my life behind my lens."
I just stared at him.
"What?" he said.
"Yo- you think I'm beautiful?" I blinked hard.
"Of course I do." He touched my cheek and then brushed his fingers along my jawline. "I only take pictures of what's beautiful. Leaving the bad for only the eyes to see."
I was breathing heavily, my heart was almost jumping, I could hear it in my ears. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
I looked down. "Thank you. Is just... no one has ever told me I was beautiful."
He tilted my chin up. "You're just so insecure. You're so caught up in this gray cloud of negativeness." I looked into his blue eyes and lost myself there.
And then, I hugged him. I had never hugged a guy before. Not with meaning, not one of those hugs you just wanna squish them and hold them and never let go, sense his smell, put my arms around his neck. "Thank you." I said, it came out barely as a whisper.
We parted our hug and I had a big smile spread across my face, and all this images passe through my mind.

He took a couple of pictures and we talked about everything and nothing and then decided to sit on the grass. We came out of the boat and we were walking beside each other, heading to the grass as he held my hand. It was amazing, everything I've ever dreamed of. Was this really happening? Please, don't be a dream...

"So... I also happen to be a songwriter." He said sitting on the grass and pulling out his notebook.
"Really?" I said excitedly.
"No." He said.
"Then what's in it?"
"Stuff... Plans for the future, ideas that come around my head, thoughts..."he trailed out.
"So you girly diary?" I said laughing.
"Hey! don't be like that!" He got up and pushed me to the grass. I was lying down, and he was right over me. "Come on tell me my journal is awesome."
"You are a silly little schoolgirl that has a diary." I replied looking in his eyes.
"Are you seriously defying me?"
"Yes." I played innocent.
"Well then I guess there's only one way to sort this out."
"What?" I got serious for a bit.
"Tickle fight." And he started tickling me. The most loud, amazing laughing and sobbing noises came out of my mouth.
"Jake stop. Please! I beg you! Please stop! Oh, no it's too much."
"Tell me my journal is awesome and that I'm an awesome photographer and the most manly men in the world." He continued tickling me and this time in the lower ribs!
Noooooooo, that was the place it tickled the most! I started running out of breath and gasping.
"Oh god plea-" I laughed "Oh-kay.Jake stop! You're journal is-" I took a breath and laughed " awesome and you're the most amazing photographer in the world and the most amazing guy I've eVER MET!"I said all together and he instantly stopped the tickling. Oh god. What have I said...
"You think I'm amazing?" he questioned, holding my wrists agains the ground.
"Of course." Somehow I menaged to escape from his grip and got up and went behind him while he sat up.
"You're this guy that is the most awesome photographer ever. And even though I haven't seen your photos, just by the way you talk about them, they must really be amazing."
He looked up and I was facing him with my head upside down. He held my hand and pulled me to him. And that was it. Fireworks started shooting up, an explosion happened, the world seemed to have slowed down, the wind seemed like it had stop to watch what happened, all of that because we kissed.