A Zia POV poem.

How can I describe him?

He's perfect.

There's really nothing else to be said,

Unless you doubt me.

If you do,

Go meet him.

You'll see.

And if you know me, you'll know who I'm talking about.

Here's a hint:

His name's Carter.

A Carter POV poem.

There's a girl I met.

I can't ignore her.

How could I?

She's perfect.

I fell for her the moment I saw her,

But I'm not sure she did the same.

Now I worry about little things:

Is my hair too messy?

Is my breath terrible?

Am I okay to her?

If you can't guess who it is,

Here's a hint:

Her name's Zia.