I just want to say That I am not in love. Sure, every time I see him my heart skips a beat. And yea, all of our pointless talks Make me smile for hours. But that does not mean I'm in love with him. When we steal each others pens kick each other under the desks and laugh when something is said. Does that mean I'm in love with him? We can't be in love. We're only 17. But the one time he kissed me Time seemed to stand still Like there wasn't a world Outside of his bedroom door. But that doesn't mean....crap... I think I'm in love with him.