I do not know if this is love or infatuation. All I know is that my feelings for you are in-explainable. Day by day, hour by hour, my affection for you grows, and I crave your attention and affection more and more. You make me feel special and pretty and happy and loved, all at the same time. My pride holds my tongue back from telling you that you give me butterflies when you stare into my eyes and make my heart skip multiple beats when you unexpectedly give me kisses. You are the first person to hold my heart in your hands as if you have the power to bring me to the skies and then back down to the earth. I love the small things that you do like… always finding my hand again when I let go… holding my hand under the table.. remembering the tiny things that I say… putting your hands on my face to see if my scar is healing well as soon as you see me. I love how you randomly drive for an hour just to see my face for and hour. I love our late night Walmart runs. I love all of your imperfections. Your presence has wrapped itself around mine and has proved itself worthy enough for me to call you my first true love. So, take my hand and do not let it go. If I stray, then pull me back, no matter how much I resist, because I am bound to come back to you. You are a cliff and I have fallen for you. I am still falling. The excitement, the happiness, the yearning for more.. is all a part of the fall. I hope you are a bottomless pit because I am afraid of reaching the end of this fall and crashing. I do not have the confidence nor courage to tell you or anyone this in person so I am writing down what I feel so that maybe if one day the flame is dying down, I can look back and remember how much I adore you.