What's it mean to really love another person? I'm not one to toss around that term, but I lately, I've been wanting to say it. I feel a need to say it. Honestly, it bothers me that I don't allow myself to say it.

Two friends have heard the way I talk about him. They both say it sounds like I'm in love.. Honestly, I'm not trying to prove them wrong.

He's just so... amazing. He makes me feel amazing. He tells me I'm beautiful, and honestly, I never thought a word could mean so much. I trust him, and honestly, that's so hard for me. I trust him completely, and we make promises. Not just any promises, but pinky promises. The ones that mean most to me. He accepts me. He talks to me. I talk to him. I'm so comfortable around him, physically and emotionally.. but also psychologically. We hold similar views on topics. He appreciates me. I appreciate him. He cares for me. I care for him. I'm scared out of my mind about losing him, and so is he. I've told him things I've never said aloud. He's so lame and dorky, but it goes so well with me. I can be myself. I don't need to tone down any part of him. More than anything.. I want to take him home to my parents. I want to take him home to my friends. I want people to see him, see how he treat me, and I want everyone to know how lucky I am to ever have anyone like this. He's says he's the lucky one, but honestly.. I'm so insanely lucky.

2/21/11