Some people might get the wrong idea of love. Some can’t differentiate the differences with “I love you” and “I’m in love with you”. Some thinks it’s a waste of time, some thinks it’s time wasted together. Some thinks it’s ridiculous to love, some thinks it’s a necessity. Some thinks love is just a word with four letters, some thinks it’s one of the greatest feeling.

Honestly speaking, I’ve never been in love. I have loved many individuals in life but none of them makes me feel this way. It took me half a year to say the three words to you, it took me half a year for me to trust you and it took me exactly 8 months to have faith in you. I’m in love, with you. And I’m only certain about it last night. I’ve known you for quite some time now and every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. Every time we touch, I feel the electric in us. Every time you tell me you love me and that you don’t want me to leave, I cry a little harder in the inside.

I may not particularly like your songs and vice versa, but I do like how comfortable I am around you. We may not have much in common but there isn’t any reason to leave. Who said two different people can’t be together? I hate to say this but love is blind. Some may choose not to believe it but they’re probably the ones that has never loved anyone in their life. It’s safe to say that even after 8 months of having you around, your voice is still my favourite lullaby and your texts are still my favourite notes I wake up reading to.

This may sound a little cliché but after all that we’ve been through, the highs and lows, ups and downs, I still pretty much want him in my life. I want to fall asleep to his voice serenading me and wake up to my favourite alarm. I want to be wrapped in his arms every time we’re together. There are days when I start missing his scent, craving for his hugs and just needing to have him.

He is what I call home, only because he makes me feel safe and secure, he accepted my flaws and he bares with my emotional, delusional, paranoid self. I may not found the one, because I’m only sixteen but I can reassure you that this boy right now, he’s my first love. And he means nearly the world to me. I’m not exaggerating, I’m just saying what I’ve been wanting to say.

Please God, make this last.
I love you, and only you. :*