Two days ago, you said you were in love with me. “I love how you’ve made me fall so in love with you, that you’re always going to be in my mind no matter what I have/will do” No, I don’t accept the fact that you’re “in love” with me, one reason being, we’re both fourteen, another reason is that there is a difference between loving someone and being in love. If you love someone you love the way the eye’s twinkle when they laugh or the way the brush aside their hair when they’re uncomfortable but when you’re in love with someone, you’re not just in love with them and all their traits and flaws, you’re in love with the way you feel with them, and how everything changes around them. Everything is brighter, you can’t tear your eyes away from them, you physically cannot look away. You want to be with them all the time, they are the most perfect thing in your universe, and I’m sorry, but as a fourteen year old you’ve only just been born, in a spectrum, fourteen year old’s have only been alive four maybe a second, you’re still in the first quarter of your life. You can barely finish your homework properly and you’re telling me you’ve fallen in love with a girl you’ve liked for seven months. Well, I’m sorry, but you haven’t and I refuse to accept the fact that you might.