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Hand in hand we walked out to his car. I could feel the soft breeze rush through my silk blouse. The pavement was still wet; damp from the evening rain. My bare toes - numb in the cool October air. It was our third date. I didn't want him to leave. There was something different about him. The quiet, gentle manner - so different from the overbearing intellects of my past. He was boy-like in his endeavor - innocent.

Soft spoken words of when the next time we would see each other were said. Warm embraces. Our third date, I had to wonder, would this be the night? Anticipation filled my soul, I could feel the excitement throughout my body - no matter that it was cold and I was barefoot at midnight. The night needed to go on.

But it was late, he had an hour's drive home,work and school the next day. Gently he leans toward me. I feel the thumping in my chest. Thump, Thump, Thump. On my toes I feel the closeness as we brush each others lips. Soft. Short. Beautiful.

Should I say it? My heart knew. I could not keep it in any longer. I hadn't said it to anyone else. I nervously leaned into our embrace. "I love you."

I feel the clutch tighten, it was right to say it; it wasn't a mistake. Only our third date! Softly, I hear, "You're Awesome!"

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