I love you. I don't know why or how. I don't even know what we are or will be. I don't think YOU even know that yet. We've never even kissed. And yet...I can't help it. I'm tired of pretending otherwise. I know what I feel. That's love. And I know what I want. And that's you. I can wait. I almost lost you once. I don't want that to happen again. It wasn't our time then, but maybe it is now. Or will be. For the possibility of everything great that we could be, I can wait until you're ready. Until you can figure out how you feel. I've tried to keep my feelings in check (as much as is humanly possible for me which you already know isn't much) and just chalk it up to that I really like you. But after not seeing you for 3 weeks and then I saw you tonight, and my heart felt so full it could have glowed. I look at you--your eyes, your smile, your laugh--and my soul melts. Your presence brings me a feeling of wholeness and peace that I have never known before. I can't keep telling myself otherwise, and talking down how I feel. You bring out something in me I haven't felt in a very long time, something I tried to tell myself I didn't need. You have my heart. I don't know how long it will take, how long until you figure things out. But I'm not going anywhere. I will wait. Because I do love you, and you are worth every moment of it.