Luke's POV
I love her.
Love her.
Love.
It really is love.
I'm not sure what to think anymore.
Her smile makes me smile. Everytime I think of her, I can feel my smile grow wider. Everytime I see her, my heart flutters and all I want to do is hold her in my arms.
She is so beyond perfect, I don't know what to think.
She has struggles. More than anyone should have to deal with. Most people that deal with depression, anxiety, panic attacks, insomnia, suicidal thoughts, raising a family, and a bitch mother, wouldn't be able to hang on.
Most people would have given up. But not her. It makes her stronger.
She is so beautiful.
I love her.
This thought is hard to register. I'm not sure how exactly to feel about it.
I love her.
I have to tell someone. What do you do when you love someone?
Does this change anything?
Do I treat her different?
Do I tell her?
Ugh. I don't know.
"Muuuuummmm!" I scream, dropping my face into my pillow as I lay on my bed.
Minutes later, my mum is walking into my room.
"Yes dear? What do you need?" She asks.
"I love her."
"That's beautiful son. I can tell she loves you to. Even if she doesn't know it yet, her eyes show it."
"What do I do? Do I tell her?"
"You can tell her all you want. What matters is showing her. Keep doing what you're doing son. Treat her like your world, because now, she is."
I remove my face from my pillow and smile up at my mum.
"Thanks mum." I say, feeling a little bit better.
I've never loved anyone. I've dated more than my fair share of girls, but never have I loved one.
Until now.
Until Ashton.
Beautiful Ashton.
My Ashton..
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