My Love Story
I have to admit, I guess I truly do love him. I think about him the first moment I wake up and the last moment before I fall asleep, not to include every second in between. It is confusing, too. I'm only twelve years old (turning 13 in July) and I already feel this way. I just wish he knew how I feel about him, but then again, who in the world wants to tell someone you barely know that you love them? Ha, no one I know. He is beautifully handsome, with those ocean blue eyes of his. Ah, how I think about how much I tend to love him, makes my heart beat that much faster, makes me breath that much harder, releases butterflies through out my heart and makes me smile inside and out. I really shouldn't feel this way. Him being three years older than me at the most, makes me doubt, but I know that he is truly my meant to be, I'm sure he will come and rescue me.
I like to call my self little miss independent, but for the past few days, I have felt different. He fills my thoughts, makes me smile more and laugh harder, and yet, he is not mine. Can the thought of somebody make you happy, even if they aren't yours to hold? I have no idea. I dream about him holding me in a loving hug, kissing me ever so gently, which sends me into more sets and fits of smiles and laughter. One day on a field trip, I was able to see him for the whole day, and I was happy. Even looking at him would make my heart skip a beat, plus he would even look back at me. His smile, there is no one word to describe that smile of his. The first time I saw him smile that day, I felt warm, like nothing in the world could take away from that moment, it was absolute bliss.
Even writing this story right now makes me feel like I love him more than I know, and I just know right now that those who are reading my words think that I have no understanding of the definition of love. If you are one of them, read this again, and don't think about my age. I know what love is and what it means, as young as I may be, I have come to know it all through my life. I was blessed with parents who love one another very much and have never gotten a divorce, and the way I have seen some of my other family members fall in love, is a true love story all its own.
I may be crazy, but I don't care. I know I love that boy, and a heart is always fair.