The Beat Of A Butterfly Heart

Uncertainty Guides Me To Make Desisions I'd Much Regret

I took a deep breath when I walked into school the next day. It was my first official day of being his girlfriend. I smiled slightly, trying to force myself to stop feeling so nervous.

I mean, it wasn't that I didn't trust him, but I had seen what a broken heart could do to a person, and to be honest, it scared me deeply. I didn't want to be like all of those other girls who allowed a boy to get so close to them, to a point where they completely lost themselves, when that boy said that their feelings weren't strong enough anymore.

I didn't want to be the girl who allowed herself to get too attached.

I smiled when I approached him. He was leaning against the wall of the classroom, he tended to do that a lot.

"Hey," he smiled down at me when I approached him.

"Hi," I blushed lightly. He reached over and interlaced our fingers.

"How are you?" He asked with true sincerity.

"I'm fine," I said, and smiled, trying to calm my suddenly racing heart.

"That's good," he smiled brightly, and looked around. He then turned his attention back to me and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. My face flamed.

When he pulled away he laughed quietly at my flustered state.

"I love you," he said.

My heart skipped a beat.

"W-what?" I whispered.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and sighed loudly, closing my eyes.

I didn't know if I should say it back. I had always wanted to save my "I love you" for a time when I really meant it. I didn't know if the love I felt for him was strong enough to tell him that I loved him, but I took the risk anyways.

"I love you too."