i know i love him. well as much i think as someone like me can love. i love him as much as someone my age can love. I want to hold his hand, I want to smell his shoulder, I want to press my forehead to his neck, I want to whisper in his ear, I want to make him laugh, I want to make him cry, I want to make him happy, I want to bite his lower lip, I want to hold his face in my hands, I want feel his lips on my neck, to feel his hand through my hair, I want to run my foot up and down his leg, I want to write his name on my arms, I want to wake up next to him, I want him to climb through my window, I want to forgive him, I want to laugh at him, I want to runaway with him, I want to help with his problems, I want to catch him staring at the back of my head, I want his hands all over my body, I want his weight pressing down on me, I want to write really long lists about him, I want my inbox to be full of him, I want his mother to love him more, I want his mother to like me, I want people to judge us so i can defend us, I want to make him a motherfucking sand which, I want to see him in the street, I want to wear nothing but socks with him, I want to see him in 20 years and for him to happy, I want to explore with him, I want firsts with him, i want to be drunk with him, i want to embarrass him , I want to make him ridiculously proud, I want other girls to not want him but what we have, I want his brother if we break up because then i would be with at least some of him,

I want to be sure this is love.