Michael and I had been together for almost a month. Things were going perfect. He made me so happy. In the halls at school he always just wanted to hold my hand, and he would kiss me in front of everyone. He liked showing me off and i loved that.
One weekend my best friend stayed the night. It was like 2 in the morning and my parents were asleep, and i was texting Michael. He was walking around because he didnt want to sit at home bored. Soooo i told him to come over, he could crawl through my window and stay for a bit. He did.
Well more like he got to my window, but couldn't get through it. I didnt think about it well enough. My window was actually pretty small. I just stuck my head out my window and we talked. Over text I told him i had something important to tell him. He wanted me to tell him right then, but i wanted to say it in person. Before he left i told him what i wanted to say. I told him i loved him.
Now the word Love is very touchy for me because some people like to just throw the word around because they feel like they have to say it. Me i say it when i mean it. And i 100% meant it.
He said it back. He said he loved me and he has for awhile he was just scared that i wouldn't love him back.
