Dear Love

I didn't believe I could fall in love fast.

Then I met him.

Our first date was one of the most awkward dates I have ever been on. We barley talked and I swore up and down that I would never go on another date with him.

Two days later, I was in the car with him.

The second date was something special, we watched one of my favorite movies and for the first time in log time, holding hands and cuddling brought butterflies. When we kissed for the first time I felt passion and again more butterflies that I hadn't felt in a about a year or so. I forgot what that feeling was.

I wanted him. I wanted more. I wanted to feel the butterflies. I laughed and smiled harder than I have in forever. I fell for his smile and the way that he caressed my hand for twenty minutes. I couldn't take my eye off of him no matter how hard I try. He held me tight and I heard his heart beat and for once it felt like home. I told him about the past and hoping even praying that he would be in the future.

No matter what happens, I am thankful. I am thankful for the boy who made a difference in my life. I could watch him laugh and smile for hours without getting bored. He is the type of guy who hugs you and holds you tight. It is the simple things that you fall for.

I fell for the fact that he was there. He made me realize that I need to live my life now instead of later. For the first time in so long, I felt like letting someone into this crazy thing called life was something I could do. I let him in and opened up. Something that I haven't done really since my engagement. It felt so easy and so natural. I was confused on why I felt like I was on top of the world with him.

I could be happy again. After all the heartbreak and weeks I have spent crying over other guys and other situations, it felt good to have some confidence about something. He felt like coming home. I hadn't felt that feeling since last summer. I mean yeah I've dated guys between then and now but nothing like him.

Nothing will compare to him.

I will always adore that goofy smile after a bad joke. I adore the way he holds me tight and I can fit my head on his chest.

Thank you. Thank you for teaching me how it feels to like someone like a little high school crush. Thank you for letting me be me.

Who knows how this is gonna turn out. I am anxious and nervous about it but hopeful and that itself scares me but no matter what I am thankful.

-Kyrsten