We were on the phone that night until four in the morning . And just like that, i was smitten. It felt like the whole world stopped. Nothing else mattered. I know it sounds silly, but my family doesn't set rules around love. My mammie met her husband on a Monday and they got married on a Friday. They were together for twenty-seven years. My mom doesn't believe that theres such a thign as being too young or too naive to be in love. In my family, when you fall in love, that's it. No one called it puppy love or made fun of me. He really was my Prince Charming, and i knew it right away. You should have seen the sappy smile on my face when i hung up the phone that first night. i was mush. I slept holding the phone next to my cheek as if it would keep him close.
From the very beginning, we were best friends . We talked all the time. He lived on the east coast but would fly to Los Angeles, and i'd see him when i was in New York. Then he moved to L.A., to a house--get this-- a few blocks from mine, and everything got more intense and more fun. Suddenly we were neighbors. It felt natural and so easy. He'd ask me to come over at five in the morning to say hi before i went to work, and i'd just walk down the street. I love to ride my bike, and he'd walk next to me as i rode, singing " My girl." But instead of "my girl," he's say "Miley, talkin' 'bout Miley."
Wow! I was so in love. Do you know what i'm talking about? The kind of love where the sun could shine or not shine all day long and you wouldn't care. The kind of love that makes you jump in the pool in December. The kind of love that makes you want to dance in the rain. This was the most magical journey of my life--it was a total rush.
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