I love you.

It was hard the first time.
The constant question of do I really? Is this right? Am I lying to myself?
Are they really meant to be my first love?
But eventually your questions produce answers.
Answers upon answers of all ends of the spectrum are offspringed by your doubts.
Then it is simply up to you to decide what answer you can be most contended by.
And I chose you.
I chose to answer no to fear, yes to love, and absolutely to you.
You were the balls of fire that illuminated my world's sky,
The consistent better side of myself filling my brain with
"You're worthy"
"Don't worry so much about what people think"
"Take care of yourself"
"Try new things",
I love you.
Your arms wrapped around my small confused body as if you were a life jacket.
Your lips kissed mine as bees kiss the sugar of nature.
Your tears you'd shed out of frustration and pain nourished my will to fight for your smile.
I can not say my years spent with you as my lightning have not filled my body with loud atrocious bombs of thunder,
that I have not mumbled fatal questions,
that I have not spent many a night buried in a tomb of sheets-
But nothing and no one could make me feel as capable of overcoming a broken home and a broken heart cracked by my own critical thinking.
I love you.
Your insight, your constant guidance and intelligent murmurs have provided me constant admiration towards all that you have to teach me,
But your capability to listen- to understand and share in my own personal opinions and truths make me able to teach you,
Nothing is more beautiful then two beings interwined in connection like you and I.
Your strength in weakness inspires me and with you I am whole.
I love you.
It's so silly how something so young and innocent can be filled with such maturity- a compatibility and emotion of such magnitude far beyond our years.
Our brains are three years young of full development- a journey that will pose much struggle just as the past eighteen have- but a beautiful struggle for comprehensive maturity with you by my side.
The jagged lines in your palm are roads to childhood stories of riding bikes with your father and awkward chlorine kisses.
The edges of worry outstretched across your face are ways to decode just exactly how quickly the pinwheels in your head are turning.
The thin spindles of hair my fingers know their way through far too easily.
All the little parts of you that make me completely infatuated by your aroma and presence.
I love you.
I can not wait to spend many more days staring into your eyes and holding your heart.
To discover ourselves and each other in a complicated excruciatingly rewarding manner.
To learn the patterns and puzzles that comes with adulthood and romance.
I love you.
Forever and always.
I love you.