It’s funny really, this little thing they call ‘Love’. I’m really not sure, but by some chance we fell into it. It all seemed to easy, like there should have been some bumps in the road before we got here. Like we should have gotten into some fight by now, but some how or another we dodged every pot hole. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. To be honest, I love it. I love the way you hold me and how I can feel every single breath you take. And how you hold me so close I can hear your heartbeat, like a beating drum. The way we just lie on the couch sometimes and fall asleep in each other’s arms. Yes, I’m young, and yes, I have never been in love before. But this is something special. Call it what you want, but I’m calling it love. I don’t love him cause of how we kiss or how cute is. That isn’t love, and I know better than that. I love him because of how he looks at me. That look that makes everything better. Where you could be at the busiest party and the only person you see is him. The way he just stands there and looks so perfect. As if he were and angel or something so beautiful you can’t even look away. Whats even better is that he looks at me the exact same way. Its a gaze in his eyes and you can’t look at anyone else. Something like a little secret between only you and him. And you know, without even saying a word, that he loves you back. Its gentle and sweet, its the way my grandpa looks at my grandma. The way you can just see in his eyes that he loves her more than anything. Its the same look my boyfriend gives me. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, and maybe I’ve been lonely and scared so long this is all I really want, is to be loved. Dont be scared to just jump off the deep end with me. Don’t be scared to take my hand, close your eyes and just jump. Not having a clue whats going to happen next, because as long as you’re with me nothing else matters. I love you.