Hello, Love Sucks, how are you?

Story time yay im being sappy again

I can remember the exact day I realized I was falling for him. I'd had a crush on him for what seemed like forever because well... He was cute. He was charming and got me, but it never seemed real until then. I'd never thought it was gonna turn into something worthwhile. Then there was that day.

We were on an out of town trip. We were part of the same acting troop and at a competition a couple hours away from home. The atmosphere was incredible. Everyone was singing and dancing and enjoying their life. It was perfect weather. Cool enough for jeans, warm enough for a T-shirt. I remember feeling pretty. I'd tried particularly hard that morning to impress him, but in the end I guess it didn't matter. Somehow the rest of our troop had gone off without us, but I was honestly too content with the sun and the breeze and him to care too much about anyone else. At some point I just laid flat out on the grass. It's something I'm kind of known for. For some reason I find so much pleasure in feeling free. Laying in the grass is my way of protesting the world. That "Screw everything, I don't care if I get dirty or whatever else people are scared of. So I'm gonna lay down in this grass and stare at pretty clouds and not give a damn about what everyone else thinks." Kind of thing. He stood there for a minute looking down at me and he tilted his head kinda cute and innocent like he wasn't exactly sure what to do. So he laid down next to me and stared. I hadn't noticed he was staring until I looked over after a couple of minutes. But then there were his eyes, looking deep into mine. I always found his eyes one of his best features. They're brown. Really very dark brown. They make his cute smile just a tiny bit more mysterious, which is highly needed considering his bubbly personality. So I stared at him and he stared at me and then we talked. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but at some point it just clicked. The fact that I wanted him. Not in the way people want a hot guy or want a new car. No, I wanted him. Every aspect of him. I wanted to be with him and share my world with him. I wanted him to be mine and me to be his and not the kind of petty way most people those days did it.

And I'm still falling if I'm perfectly honest. He's been mine for so long I don't even remember what it's like without him. Yet I still wake up every morning and think "God, I'm so In love with him." He does stupid stuff and says stupid things and is an idiot sometimes but at the end of the day he's still perfect... And I wouldn't wish for it to be any other way.