❀ Mind Outlet ❀

Can't help, falling in love with you

There's this boy I've known for a bit more than three years now, although we've only started talking since last May or April. He goes to the same school as me and we used to be in the same class, he got held back a year though. I regret not having gathered the courage to go talk to him sooner, but am thankful I get to speak to him daily anyway.

You see, ever since the first few days at school I've wanted to go talk to him, yet never did. I suppose it's because of my fear of being judged or not being good enough. I befriended one of his friends in the second year, but didn't get closer to him. Last year I befriended another one of his friends so I was around him quite a lot, which I thought was something he hated but he has assured me he didn't.

We started talking more which slowly turned into talking every chance we got, about things I wouldn't dare tell anyone else and random things that aren't so important. It's nice to have someone like that, where you can talk for hours and never run out of things to say.

He makes me feel important, like I'm the moon controlling the tides, the sun warming up his world or the gravity holding everything in place. He compliments me and makes me feel pretty, and makes me smile when all I want to do is cry. He's quite protective and gets jealous easily, but I think it's adorable he cares so much.

Sure, he's made me cry a few times, but only because he was talking about leaving. I don't want him to leave, I don't think my heart could handle that. I'd imagine it feeling like a good stab in the chest, but I'd rather not think about it.

Sometimes we spend hours cuddling, and he explores my skin with his fingers. I love it when he does that, it feels nice to have his hand roam around my body, like I am his and there's nothing between us. I like it when he lifts up my shirt and traces on my back. His hugs are warm and safe, I could spend the rest of my life in his arms.

My mom doesn't like us hanging out with doors closed or at his place, she wants to protect me since I'm her child. What she doesn't know is that he'd do anything for me, he can keep me safe from all harm and wouldn't dare hurt me in any way.

At school I hang out with him and his friends in the breaks. I don't really know one of them that well, but am content sitting next to him on the bench with my head against him and his arm around my shoulder. The cold wind sometimes comes out but I know the warmth of being in his arms will keep me feeling cosy.

I love him so incredibly much and he means the world to me. He's wonderful really. He does some things others might not, but I love him for it. I love the way he's fantastically unique and magically mine. He's the moon controlling the tides, the sun warming up my world and the gravity holding everything together.