Anxiety

I'm in love

I'm in love. 

I'm in love because his smell sticks to my clothes and I can't sleep without them. 

I'm in love because he smiles all the time and the feeling of making someone so happy can't be described. 

I'm in love because he holds my hand and it's not supposed to feel electric, but it does. 

I'm in love because he mentioned a song he liked and now it's my favorite and I haven't stopped listening to it since I first heard it in his car two weeks ago. 

I'm in love because he smells my neck and holds me tight.

I'm in love because I can't go to sleep until he's home safe from a night out. 

I'm in love because those nights also have me staying up late from paranoia about him eventually being with some other girl.

I'm in love because he kisses me when I least expect it. 

I'm in love because he makes me so fucking frustrated. 

I'm in love because I sit up till 3am studying just so I don't have to cancel on him the next day. 

I'm in love because having sex with him hurts but still leaves me wanting more because I feel so close to him.  

I'm in love because he asks me if this time things are better.

I'm in love because he does all the things other guys only talk about doing. 

I'm in love because he came back for me and this time things are different. 

I'm in love because at one point, when I was by myself and rather busy, everything just made sense. 

I'm in love because I'm almost crying. 

I'm in love because I just am. I'm in love and I can't help it.