Handprint on my heart

Jenna/Zander

Every girl dreams that a knight in shining armor will come to her rescue.

Mine found me at age 17.

I am innocent, and anxious and more excited than I should be.

But I'm surer of him than I've ever been of anything -ever.

I'm surer of him than I am the cold metal ring that's been on my finger for as long as I can remember.

But that ring the only thing that keeps me from joining him overnight.

And I still don't take it off.

Overnight- it doesn't sound dirty.

But what could be dirtier than love?

It's a mess.

A beautiful mess, maybe.

And a mess I'm glad to be making.

Not to sound overly cliché, but I've never felt like this before.

Every time I meet his eyes it's like falling into a well, and I'm no longer sure I want to climb out.

I want to drown in him, only to be closer.

Closer, closer, closer- too close?

I'm not sure of anything anymore.

Except that I love him.

I love him more than I've ever loved anything or anyone.

Even myself

And it's starting to scare me

I don't know if I should leave now or if it's already too late

I love him-

And I guess that's all any girl can hope for.

More than Prince Charming.

More than a flat stomach (although being skinny is nice.)

Love is all I've ever needed.

And now I've got it.