Love is a scary thing. To say I love you to someone for the first time, well that's an even scarier thing. It's not that I haven't said it to anyone else before, I have, but it left me broken. My relationship before you was a nightmare. It lasted three years when it probably only should have lasted one...max. I loved him (or so I thought), but he didn't love me.

Now there is you. We just click. I never have to pretend to be anyone else but myself. I trust you, which is the most important thing of all because I rarely ever trust anybody 100%. When we are together nothing else matters. Work problems, school problems they all disappear. You know how to make me laugh and you know how to make me smile when I'm not feeling at my best. You're passionate about music and when I watch you create it there is this spark in you. Nothing makes me happier than being in your presence.Your hugs feel like home to me and there is no question that as soon as I lay down in your arms I could instantly fall asleep, I feel safe. Our late night drives, monthly wrestling pay per view nights, and countless hours playing Kingdom Hearts on your old PS2 have become a routine. We have inside jokes and me being the dopey blonde I can be there is no doubt in my mind that we will have more. Now lately when I'm with you I have found myself just normally glancing up at you and thinking...I love you, and that scares me. Now we have been together a long enough time where these feelings seem normal but I cant help to think, what if you don't feel the same? Neither one of us have said those three words out loud and being the first one to say it...well it's frightening. I want to say them more than anything and it's killing me not to admit these feelings but I'm scared. What if I say it and everything changes. There are a million different reactions you could have. Yet at the end of the day I can' help but admit that yes, I love you, I'm not sure when or how I will tell you but I do.