Falling in love

I think I fell in love.

It feels stupid. I hate it. I makes me want to bash my head against a wall whenever He texts me. I hate him. 

Love feels like every emotion at once. I endear him, I long for him, I want him, I text him, I wait for him, and I hate him. Not because he's a bad person, no. I put him too high in a pedestal to see his flaws at this point. But because I love him so dearly. So much that it pains me every damned second that he's busy doing his job.

I was looking through my journals.

I found an entry from months and months ago. When I first started liking him. I told myself there was no chance of Him actually enjoying my company. No slight possibility that He would like me back. I wished something would prove me wrong.

And after all those months he did.

It feels like heaven.

He's more than my best friend. He's my home. He's the man who told me he would get me out of this wretched house.

And he will.

I think I fell in love.

And gosh, it feels so girly.

But he loves me too.