I love you. You already know that, but I don’t think you know why I love you. I love your crazy laugh, how smart you are, how you smile when we’re just laying next to each other. I love your enthusiasm, I love how you eat anything I give you without complaint, and I love how beautiful you make me feel. I love how you’re like a little kid in some ways, but mature in others. I love how you tease me, but you’re always polite. I love how you understand my situation with my dad and love me anyways. I love how no matter how much I move, I always find you wrapped around me as we sleep. I can see myself marrying you, even having kids with you, and just growing old with you. God knows we’ll fight, and argue and bicker. You’ll make me cry, and I’ll probably hurt you too. But we can come out of it strong. Maybe this will last forever, or maybe it’ll be over in a few months, but either way, I am grateful to have found you.Yes, we’re young- and maybe that’s part of the beauty of it. Maybe I’ll love others after you, or never love anyone like this again- I don’t know. What I do know is that your hands fit perfectly in mine, and for right now, we love each other.