Tonight for the first time in four years
I told a boy that I was falling in love with him, and I even meant it. There
are many ways of concluding this, but as history and experience have suggested
the best way to measure love is to evaluate one’s feeling around the person.
And around him, I feel like the most important, smartest, prettiest girl in
history. And though previous lovers naturally lead to skepticisms, I feel
totally confident in my feelings.
He stated earlier that he holds back
saying things because he doesn’t want to scare me off, I told him that the
first three months of any relationship are the greatest because of those
feelings which he is afraid to express, and so he should communicate them. As
naïve as they may be. And then I reminded him that there won’t be a ‘first
three months’ to our relationship ever again after this so we should live it
up.