Startled, I straightened up and turned to find Isabel standing there, looking slightly disheveled. "Hello, how are you Beautiful?" I asked, shutting the balcony door behind her. I didn't want anyone to hear us. "You look... Surprised to say the least" I said, swooping her into my arms. I hated waited way too long for her not to be touching her every second that I could. You could call me obsessed, but if that's what being in love was then I could take it. I wished that she was wearing something other than her big ballroom dress. Sure it was very pretty and all, but it made it made it hard to tell her true figure.
Love is Louder than the Pressure to be Perfect.