Love is a horrifying thing, especially at 17. I have always been scared because of my age. I have a whole world waiting for me, but I feel like I have the whole world waiting in my arms.

Heartbreak feels just as bad at 17 as it would at 30. I have something good for me and I plan to keep it that way, but so many people don't respect it because of my age. Love is love. No matter age, sex, race, each person feels it completely different.

Someone dear to me wrote a poem. A poem that defines what love can feel like at 17 and careless. It proves how crazy you can be for someone from the start to the finish.

Peter, people deserve to hear your feelings. Your passion deserves discovery.

Here's his poem:

"Last night you laid your head in my lap

Inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly

with closed eyes you whispered,

"Why are you still with me?"

So now I'm trying to answer that.

I can surely tell you all about

why I fell for you in the first place.

I can talk about the way you used look at me

And the way you couldn't stop touching me

And how you'd talk about everything,

I could listen to you for hours

You listened to me talk for hours.

The way you appreciated everything I did

And eagerly wanted to hear about my day.

I fell for you because you knew how to be there for me

You made me smile when I was at my absolute worst.

I fell for you because I knew you cared,

I could feel it.

In your eyes, your touch, your words, your actions.

But why am I still here, with you?

Honestly, I can't say much about that,

Only because I love you.

I'm in love with you."