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When we go on our first date, I would feel shy, I would smile tenderly and make sure he asks me why I am so quiet. When we go on our first date, we would go somewhere nice, by the beachside at sunset and he would hold my hand. Our first date would have dinner, and maybe he would drop me back home. Outside my house, after dinner, so that we could discuss things at length. After our first date, when he calls me just to chat, I would open up a little more, and yet, I would pull myself back. It would be perfect, and he would make me smile. I know because I know him well, and I know how he can be nice. I know it would be perfect because I know we are friends, and I know him so well that I can read him better than anyone else can. 



When we go on our second date, I would be a little nicer, I would smile a lot broader and would tell him a few secrets. But here is the truth, maybe I really shouldn’t, maybe some secrets are more of a fifth date revelation. He would open up slowly, and tell me his expectations, what he wants from relationships and where his previous ones have taken him. I would listen because I like his voice, and I would listen because I want to know. After our second date, he would call me, calls would turn to texts. We would chat long hours into the night, we would laugh and tell jokes. Our friendship would come back to the surface, and things would not be different. We would be best friends and things would make us happy. We would spend hours talking, random becomes nothing, nothing becomes real, real becomes fights. 


When we go on our fifth date, you would tell me that you love me. The shy smile would appear again on my face, and I would take your hand and tell you I love you too. Our calls and our texts would integrate to one life, we would be together in our mind and in our thoughts, we would be together always. I can’t wait for our first date.



His

I hope she knows, there would never be a first date.

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