Pt1 Yesterday, you called me pretty. I wasnt sure if you ment to say it to me. But my name was on that note. The nicest ive ever seen you write. The time you took to simply write my name made the butterflies in my stomach take flight. And you drew a flower. I didnt even think you knew my name, let alone how much i love flowers. The next note you wrote me wasnt given by the girl behind me, but by you. My ocean eyes met your gold sunset-brown eyes. A moment ill replay forever. The note you wrote, was a poem of the sort. Amd it was some of the most beautiful words ive ever read She is yellow