I met her two years ago. She was, at first, a little bit weird. She was smart, a hardworking girl, someone who didn't take shit from no one. As I lingered around her, I noticed more of her qualities. She helped others. She sacrificed a lot for them. Honestly, I think she cares for others more than she cares for herself. Days passed, changed into weeks, changed into months. We slowly grew closer, as I seemed to finally understand that maybe girls weren't that bad. Are they? My 13 year old self would say yes. But now? Honestly, I don't think I could answer that correctly. At a point, I fell for one of her friends. Of course, as most first crushes go, or crushes in general, I got painfully rejected. It crushed me. What happened next completely blacked out my sadness. She confessed to me. She said she liked me. As a guy. As a man. At that point in time, I had no idea what to say. So, I did something I'm still ashamed of. I stalled for time. I told her I needed time, although I knew if I said yes it would be the right choice. Even then, hurting this amazing person's feelings was not right. Her friends attacked me, my best friend lectured me about love, and even my crush came to me. All of them told me to do what I thought was right. Still, it was weird. I needed time. The days passed. A week or two later, I started spending time with her again. Now, we'll be here forever if I tell you how, but let's just say it. Somewhere, sometime in between, I fell in love with her. She became my strength. Anything I ever needed seemed to come from her. I kept quiet about these feelings, believing she was over me. Boy, was I wrong.
She asked me out. This time, she was determined. And well, who can say no to that face? I said yes, and I told her everything. Honestly, the look of shock on her face will never leave me. Fast forward two years, and here we are. All I can say is, things escalate preeetty quickly around here. But boy am I happy for it. And for her. Especially her.

This one's for you, babe.

Love, ya hometown boy Khan.