The first time I realized I was in love, I walked to my room and started crying. I felt like I was shot in the stomach and left there to die. I felt so vulnerable. I would've rather just laid on my floor for the rest of my life asking, "Why did you do this? I like being alone."
However, after I spent more and more time with him, it made me feel warm like a towel fresh out of the dryer on a cold winter day. It made me feel protected like the teddy bear in my bed. It made me feel comfortable like tea and a good book.

He makes me feel alive and dead at the same time and I don't know which is better. Alive to feel the emotions, or dead to forget all of the worries I have ever had. I hope this never ends.