A Poem For My Girlfriend Novels & Stories

On it were the words written in icing: Be my girlfriend. He lifted her chin; his eyes were now on hers. “Amaya, the short time I’ve spent with you has been magical. You light up a room with your childlike energy. I love you more than I imagined possible. I want you to be my girlfriend, and maybe, one day, my wife.” Her hand flew to her mouth. She read the cake again, her eyes glistening. “Of course,” she said with a shaky laugh. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, as long as you promise to make more dishes for me.”

I elaborated. "And for this, it was just a misconception, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you okay? I thought you were proposing to a girl and I thought of peeping, you know you would never come real to anyone that you have a girlfriend do I just wanted to get you red-handed.'" I explained bas he gave a nod. He smiled at me. "You're right I don't have a girlfriend, but still I am planning to have one, and this poem you see right here is a proposal poem, I am planning to propose to her." He said.

she asks. I nod. “I wanted to get something that represents my love for you. I wanted something special. The woman at the jewelry store told me it meant infinite. Just like my love for you. Just like our lives together will be. So, Angelica Rossi will you be my girlfriend? I promise to spoil you rotten, to make you my queen, to always be a shoulder for you to lean on. I’ll be your forever…” I smile sheepishly forgetting the speech and coming up with that on the spot.

I said, my heart swelling with gratitude and love. In that moment, I realized something profound. Emma wasn’t just my girlfriend; she was my partner, my fighter, my anchor. Together, we could face anything life threw at us. No matter how dark or difficult things got, we would stand side by side, ready to take on the world.

“What mom? How can you say that--” She gave me her phone. There was a poem he had written. “I’d love it if you read this and think that I feel anything for her-- “She was my life, she left, life left. Never had anything, even my soul has left. Being a boy was never the best thing, When the only girl I ever loved left. Do you know that feeling? When there is nothing to see? Because you just don’t know What you should be? When there is no reason to live

Her hands were so small that I could even use one of my hands to cover hers. “I want you to be my girlfriend,” I let out in on deep breath.

She always had a way of making everything feel like the end of the world, especially when it came to the mess that was my love life—or lack thereof. “DID I RAISE YOU TO BREAK WOMAN’S HEART AND WHAT DO YOUR GIRLFRIEND SAY ABOUT THIS?” her voice was getting louder and louder with each second. Damn it, why did she have to bring up my imaginary girlfriend now of all times? "Mother,my girlfriend knows nothing in that article is true, I—" I tried to explain, but she was not having any of it. Her high-pitched, exasperated tone cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

Her eyes didn’t even sparkle, so I felt sad. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” I secretly smiled when I asked her that, but she nodded even though it was obvious to her that she was confused by what I said. I was such a coward and I'm so sorry. I love you so much, Kira. I really do. "I just hope my girlfriend will stare at the moon the same way I do."

“Every time you’re around, it’s like my world gets louder… and quieter at the same time.” She stared at me, clearly confused but listening closely. “I don’t know when it happened,” I continued. “But somewhere between your smile and your kindness and the way you always believe in me, I fell.” A soft blush spread across her cheeks. “You don’t have to joke like that,” she whispered. “That’s not fair.” “It’s not a joke,” I said. I reached into my bag and pulled out a single rose I’d bought that morning without really knowing why. “Be my girlfriend, Sienna.”

And most of all, pleasuring me in bed. I looked at her, at the way her long blond hair glowed in the moonlight, at the fullness of her breasts trembling with each angry breath. Oh, yes. “Your girlfriend is going to hate you for this,” she muttered. In the distance, I could see the violet sky growing light pink over the vast dark Pacific. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” She glared at me. “Yes, you do.” “Wouldn’t I know?” “What about the woman whose breasts were pressed against your back throughout the poker game?”