Our love story.

the first time i saw you was on the internet. you were beautiful. i really thought you were beautiful. i knew right away that i wanted you, that i needed to have you more than anything else.

i thought it'd be easy to find you, but it wasn't. i had to remain in my past before i finally found you. when i looked in the mirror, it just hurt that you weren't there with me. i looked ugly without you.

on the day we met, you were right there next to me, but i didn't see you at first. instead, i was looking everywhere else. only when my friend pointed you out did i notice you.

you stood out among your brothers and sisters, really you did. i wanted you so bad. i touched you. and damn... it sent more than electric shocks up my arm.

i stood in front of the mirror again, this time with you. i liked what i saw. my friend did, too, and she said we looked good together; i couldn't agree more.

i had to have you. i held on to you, not wanting to let go. the feeling of having you on my skin was just overwhelming. you were just as beautiful as you were on the internet, and more.

we have been inseparable ever since. you protect me from prying eyes. you remind me to keep my hair neat. you tell me i'm cute even when i'm not dressed up. you make me feel like i'm glowing just by being here with me.

i fucking love you, my dear hat. others may think you're nothing special but damn i fucking love you so much.