Four months, and i'm still just as much in love with this boy as I was the first time I met him.
He never gets old, with his jokes and stories and antics.
I find myself loving the person I become when i'm with him; a happier version of myself.
I let my worries go when i'm with him, and miss him as soon as he leaves my side.
All I do is think about him, constantly.
I've gotten to the point where i've thought about him thinking about me.
Does he love me like I love him?
Will he ever leave me?
These are the thoughts and questions that race through my brain on a daily basis.
I'm in love with him, but that's the thing about being in love:
You're either in the best mood of your life, or the most depressed you've ever been.
For those of you who understand that statement...
I congratulate you and pity you all at once.
You've experienced something so amazing and horrific and lovely and gruesome.
You've experienced love; the silent killer that also plays the role of soul healer.