Ugh. My life story

Loving him was Red.

Red. That's all I saw. I had walked outside during dusk, and the dark clouds in the distance were painted with a scarlet red. Emotions spilled over. I had already been thinking about him all day, my thoughts filled with longing. This sunset just intensified everything.
Red. Made me think of all the emotions I've faced so far. Anger. Passion. But what overtook all of those was love. I love him more then words can say, more than each grain of sand upon the earth, even more than myself.
The wind whipped my hair as I decided to jump on the trampoline. I'd fallen so far, yet everyone just expected me to sit and wait. The only thing keeping me content was jumping. Over and over. Each more dramatic and intensified than the last. I looked up to the clouds above, reminding me of the depression. The sadness. My loneliest, darkest nights where all I could do was cry myself to sleep.
I still kept bouncing. There was a separation on the eastern edge of the sunset where the clouds met a vibrant orange. Orange. Hope. Triumph. But my eyes still couldn't resist the glowing scarlet ribbons in the sky. Oh what a strong love this is. A love nobody quite understands.
I collapsed, out of breath and throat burning. I slowly made my way inside, downing an entire glass of water. My mom looked up from the counter. "You know, you'll get to see some friends tomorrow, since we'll be going to Shelly's house." I replied with a "yeah" remembering my earlier comment about seeing friends. What they didn't understand was that when I said that, I meant him. I meant Braxtin.
I knew telling my parents about my love for him would be bad. They assumed I had a crush on him, but they would never understand the feelings of which I would tell. So I never asked directly. But with my newfound, extreme impatience, I have a feeling that will change.

I have a feeling a lot of things will change.