2AM Thoughts

Home Sweet Home

Don't deny it.

As we're all guilty of it.

Searching up ways to tell if you're in love.

On WikiHow, Tumblr, etc.

Well, they're fake.

Every person is different.

You tell you're in love with your own unique senses and ways.

I used to think that I knew how to tell if I was in love.

I had a crush on this guy, whenever he touched me, a spark ran throughout me, I heated up like a oven, felt as if I was melting.

I thought, well I guess I'm in love with him.

But then I moved on.

I liked another guy, it happened.

Then another, it still happened.

These two guys, I knew it wasn't love.

So I got curious.

Another boy, who I have much stronger feelings for than anyone else, it doesn't happen with him.

But I knew it was love.

It felt different when he touched me.

I didn't feel warm, I didn't blush, I didn't feel a spark, like childhood puppy love.

No.

I felt something much stronger.

I felt real.

I felt loved.

I felt protected.

I felt safe.

Every other boy made me feel funny and cute.

But he held me as if he couldn't let go.

He held me like I was his world.

He held me like every girl longs to be held.

He held me like he loved me.

That's how I knew I was in love with him.

Not because I blushed or because I felt fuzzy inside.

But because I felt at home.

He is my home.