I liked you enough before. I liked the way you made me feel, the attention you gave me. I loved being a part of your life, a very important part.

Then the rough patch hit. I’m still not sure what brought it on…maybe the fact that we hadn’t really talked in awhile. Maybe pms. Maybe my mom’s letter. Probably a combination of all three. I almost broke up with you. I thought that’s what I wanted. And it’s what would have happened if it hadn’t been for you.

You held on. You held on through my tears and my needs and my crazy self. You made me feel sad and happy at the same time. You would make me feel okay again, but the feeling would only return when you left. But you kept holding on and it worked. And I love you more for it.

Now, there is nothing I love more than being with you. I love doing everything with you. I love doing anything with you. I love seeing your face and listening to your words and touching your skin. I love it when you hold me and kiss my cheeks and tell me I’m pretty. I love your tenderness. I love to hear you talk about sports and technology and I love to watch you do the things you are good at. I love to see you smile.

I admit I am jealous of your time. I know what my mom means now. It almost hurts when I don’t get to see you alone as much as I want. I love our friends, you know that. But sometimes I wish they would go away and there could be a day of just us.

I think this is the way you have felt about me since day one. It’s taken me much longer to get here. But now I love you so much. I can’t imagine how much it would hurt if you left me or if I left you. It would break my heart.

I love that you are my first love and I love that I am yours. We are young and foolish and beautiful. Time just rushes by blindly, evilly, and I just want to stop it and enjoy the moment with you. I want to be in your arms forever.

I have fallen so hard for you. Do you even know how much?