Be in love with an asain

So Halloween night, we (my asain and I) are driving with a freind of ours and the song Crash comes on and he whispers “I love you.” in my ear. I then whisper “I love you too” back to him…goal accopmlished.

I never felt this way, ugh that is soo cliche! But true, for me, here, with him. He is my dorky Asian emo kid. I am his “extremley sexy white punk sowing poetry-writing girl”. I’ve never been more than an object to past occurances. This is it. I love my Asain.