I told my mom about him. As the words fluctuated from my mouth and glitter sparkled from my eyes I realized just how oddly I was smiling. I stopped for a minute and thought to myself if I had ever felt this way before, or maybe if I was just experiencing this thing everyone calls love. But **** love is such a big word, as big as the smiles and heartbeat rate pumps he make me feel when he talks to me. As big as the distance between the moon and bottom of the ocean to where I beg to be taken someday. I also thought to myself, if any of the other guys who ever took a spot in my heart where even smilar to him. Well, not one bit. He's the better one. He's grown so big in my heart, making it pump the blood I lost because of the past and making me feel alive. Making me regret ever wanting to die, and this is well, a spot as big as the word love. Who would've thought four letters would be so infinite.