there's a place on your chin that doesn't grow hair. the skin is always smooth, and i like touching it when we kiss. your lips are soft, and your eyes are always bright. your hand moves to the back of my neck, lifting my chin to meet yours in a way that is just so natural, it's like we've been doing it all our lives.

i've never been so hung up on any one before, not even that one guy i thought i loved. no, you're different. i don't know what love is, but i think this is close. my feelings for you are only growing by the day. they get stronger each moment i'm away from you. and when i see you, it's like an eclipse, a blackout. there is only me, and there is only you, and all i see is us.

there was a time when i did not believe in love, or the significance of first kisses, dancing inthe rain with the person you adore, being hypnotised by someone's eyes... i'd like to say that time is fully behind me, but it's not really. every day, i tell myself it's silly to fall so hard for someone so soon, that it could never work. you're too old, and i'm too young. i'm too emotional, too passionate, too fragile. you're too logical, too independent, too smart to fall for someone like me.

sometimes, i hope that you feel the same way. but i honestly don't know. i would ask you, straight out, but i don't think i want to know your answer. at least this way, there's always a "maybe...". but there comes a time when maybe isn't enough any more. i guess i want to know whether or not i should be over you, or if i need to start picking out white dresses, or if i need to move out of the country, or if i should be avoiding a restraining order... i guess, my question is: do you love me too?