Wow. I don’t remember when this all started. When I was younger and less wise, I thought I was in love with every cute guy I saw on the playground. But I don’t think I really know what love was until I met him.

He’s the world to me. I think the definition of love is when you feel so strongly about them that you put their feelings before your own, their happiness before your own, and when you can be completely open to them, with no regards as to how you’ll be judged, because you won’t be. To love and be loved is the greatest feeling in the entire world.

He makes me feel beautiful even when I’m bloated in sweat pants. We always eat fattening foods together, and work out too. We never run out of things to talk about. He runs his fingers through my hair when I work on my homework. He’ll massage my back whenever it hurts. He asked me to prom in the most perfect way ever. He promised that he’ll never hurt me, that what we have is forever and always. And I believe him, because I’ve loved him since 2006.

Some people have told me I’m stupid for believing that we can last. But I believe that he’s the one. What’s weird is that before him, I didn’t believe in the concept of true love. But he changed all of that for me. I owe him so much.