I’m young to fall in love or to even know what life and love is; however, I live for someone who knows how to make feel alive in every possible way. He who knows my thoughts at the moment I’m thinking, knows each crease of my lips with every kiss, knows my emotions from specific gestures of my body, he has full knowledge of me, but I’m dying to know if he knows that my phrase “I really like you” wants to be replaced with an “I love you.”
If this isn’t love, then I don’t know what love is nor how is it that I’m still alive.
Fuck this. I declare I’m Love.