It’s been three months, and I would have never imagined we get here. Every time I look at Vicky, I think back at when we first met, how I just wanted you. How I just wanted to be with you. How I didn’t look at you like just another hook up. I tried harder than I ever did with anybody else, you knew it. It’s been three months, and I can’t believe it. It’s all a dream. I can’t believe you took your time with me. I can’t believe you waited two months for me. I can’t believe you fell in love. I can’t believe you’re still in love. And I still can’t believe that I’m the one you want to marry. It all happened so fast, and I’m wondering what good I did to ever deserve you. The way you treat me, the way you talk to me, the things you say to me, it’s all so perfect. It’s the stuff you only see and hear on movies. It seems like I’m just floating on a cloud, like it’s all a sweet dream to me. I used to always wonder when I was going to wake up. When reality was going to crash down on me and snatch it all away from me, but I know we’re forever. It’s so cliché and it sounds like the words of every other couple, but the meaning behind our words, the love we share, it’s like no other.  When you kiss me, I don’t think about sex, what’s going to happen next, where your hands are going to slither, I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care about what we do, those times we spend alone.  When you kiss me, I think about how much I love you. How you mean nothing but the world to me. How without you, I have no life. How you love me, just as much as I love you. How much we care for each other, how weak and fragile we are when we miss each other.  I think about it all. It all flies by my mind. And that’s why I smile when I kiss you. That’s why I can never pull away. We don’t have any problems .we don’t fight. We don’t argue. When we talk, we’re just constantly reminding each other, exactly how much we mean the word love.  Love is to think about the other constantly. Love is when your body aches for the other. Love is when you can’t think about anything else, when you’re together.  Love is when you’re sure it’s forever. Love never goes away, it’s only lost. That’s why I know we’re getting married, having babies, and growing old together. When it’s lost, I’ll climb through mountain tops, swim through the 7 oceans, and find it, because you’re worth it. You’re worth every little bit of it. At the age of fourteen, I’m willing to devote my whole life into loving you. Because I know in the end, through it all, you make me happy. And that’s all I need. You’re all I need. You know me better than I know myself and you read me easily, you have an idea of what I’m going to say all the time, and that’s what makes me smile. How close we are. How we can lie in the grass for hours and talk about absolutely nothing, without a dull moment. How I can sit at my computer for sun up to sun down, just talking to only you. Just hearing your voice fills me with so much joy. Hearing your laugh gives me goose bumps and hearing you whisper those three words sends shivers down my spine.  So, I cling to you. I cling to you because you’re the one person who doesn’t judge me for all of my mistakes. The one person who doesn’t get mad, when I say something wrong. The one person who tells me they love me, when I’m in the worst possible mood. And I need you. When you’re away, when you’re gone and I have no way to talk to you, I feel incomplete. I feel shattered and broken. I need to see your cute smileys, and hear your voice every day of my life, to get through the day. It’s just how perfect you are; the way you touch me, the feeling of your arms wrapped around my waist, when you press your lips against mine, when you smile between our kisses, how you laugh at my jokes, how even though I get annoying and selfish, you take it, how I get jealous and instead of getting mad, you prove to me exactly how much you love me. It’s everything you do, everything you say. You’re perfection. Nothing but perfection.  And I wonder why you chose me. I wonder why you settled for such little. And that’s why I try so hard. I write to you as often as I can, I make sure I don’t get grounded, beg for my phone back, make sure to be on aim all the time, make sure to be as good as I can be, to match up to you. I start shaking whenever I see you and I can’t breathe when I kiss you. And I’m happy, Alex. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. These couple months have picked up my life and turned it around. And I thank you for that. Thank you for always being there, when I’m down. Thank you for constantly telling me you love me. For answering all of my phone calls, for sticking around. I love you, Alex. I always will. I promise you, it’ll never fade. I promise you forever. And I don’t break my promises.