5 months of pain, confusion, and tears. 3 months of happiness, misunderstandings, kisses, and warm hugs. = 8 months 8 freaking months. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but whatever. I’ve found love in him. He’s not perfect, but he’s everything I could ever ask for. He may not be the most gorgeous boy, but I can’t take my eyes off of him. He never left my side, and I know he’ll never will. He’s undeniably amazing and I don’t want girls to realize that. His arms are my home, his smiles comfort my soul. He’s my best friend, my brother, my lover, my inspiration, my everything. He’s the reason why I’m excited for school every morning. He’s my strength. He’s the reason for the tears I cry when I’m overwhelmed with happiness. He’s the reason why I smile, even if I’m having a bad day. He’s the reason for the high grades I’m getting this second trimester. He’s the reason why there are butterflies in my tummy, why I have amazing memories I can look back to if I’m feeling down, and he’s the reason why I… I have this floating around my Facebook and Tumblr account. I feel so blessed. God has finally sent my angel to save me, to protect me, to be with me. He opened up a new world for me. He opened up my eyes and taught me what love is, and how it really feels like. It was too risky, but I’m glad I took it. Everything, in my surprise, was worth the risk. Every time I see the smile on his face, it makes me more thankful that God pushed me and told me to just fall and trust Him and Cris. Words aren’t enough to express what I really feel. Cliche, but true.