Around probably April, things got really heavy. We were planning to have sex, and I already had made out with him twice... while we werent dating. And then, I broke down one day. I was sitting in the lunch room, talking with my friends and him, and one of my friends confronted me and I guess it snapped me the rest of the way, since I had cracked the night before when I relapsed. This would be the first relapse of many, many more. I shook with the sobs and cries that choked out of me, and I swear to god I wanted nothing more than to die in that moment. And then he got up and wrapped his arms around me, and didnt let go. He let me cry, and suddenly in his arms everything slowed down. My hot tears stopped spilling down my face, my breathing slowed, everything was calm. And I went from wanting to die to wanting to live forever just to be able to feel what it's like to be in his arms countless more times. Thats when I figured out I was in love.
