This is a true story about my boyfriend and I. Take it how you want, I almost cried when this happened, I was so happy. I just really wanted to tell someone and vent about this and not have it seem like I'm bragging or talking about him too much or anything like that.
My boyfriend and I had been dating for two months, and although things had been mostly casual, it was starting to get more serious. We were at my house, upstairs in my room. You would have thought we were up to something sexual, but we weren't at all. He had me wrapped in his arms as we just laid on my bed and listened to some music. Every now and then, he would kiss my cheek, or forehead. It was so calm and serene, and I didn't want him to have to leave.
He cleared his throat, and I looked up at him. He looked me right in the eye and said, "I love you.", then kissed him sweetly. Not the "Love yah!" or "Love you!" like you would expect from two teenage kids. I stared at him, and realized that, I too loved him.
Maybe not everyone would agree with me, because we're just teenagers, right? We don't know what love is, and definitely can't feel it for one another. Too young, too stupid, too juvenile for love. But at that moment I could feel in my heart that he was the most important person in the world. So what if I'm too young, or stupid, or juvenile? I can still feel and care, and most definitely love.
So I said right back to him, "I love you too." before snuggling back into his arms, hoping the world would just stop so I could remain this way forever.