when a guy finally holds and kisses me like that,
when i finally actually let a guy do that,
i would break down and cry.
i'll tell him through my tears,
how awfully lucky i am to have him.
because he chose me,
despite my imperfections.
despite the fact that i'm not the most beautiful girl in the room,
despite the fact that i don't always feel secure with myself,
despite the fact that i don't have a flat abdomen or tiny thighs,
despite the fact that pimples still grow on my face,
despite the fact that i may be jealous at times,
despite it all,
he chose me.
and makes me feel like a princess.
and i'll send a prayer back to heaven.
because at that moment,
Jesus just answered my prayers.