Something Different

I was sitting beside him, at his feet, while he stood against the apartment building that he lived in. I love him oh, so, very much. We had been going out for several months that seemed to fly by, yes, but I knew I loved him. I didn't see why he had chosen me over any other girl. Every time that I was near him, or even when I talked to him, the butterflies in my stomach went wild. We always fought over who loved the other the most. I always thought that I loved him more, but who knows?