Crazy Teenage Hormones

I'm in love you.

My God, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Your arms were snug around me, and your breath was soft on my hair, and in a single moment that seemed to last for all eternity, a surge of joy raced through every vein in my body. I thought my heart might explode from the effort it put out.

Then fear caught up. I was so scared. Never had I felt such paralyzing terror. The heart that had been pumping so fast a second earlier had stopped dead. My eyes grew round and my mouth opened just a little bit, enough to let one terrified gasp escape.

Ridiculous. It was ridiculous. There was no way. Three months? Come on, people don't fall in love that fast. That's only in Hollywood. It was just hormones. Yes, that was all. Crazy teenage hormones.

That happened everytime I laid eyes on you. Or touched you. Or talked to you. Or thought about you. Or dreamed about you. Nope, definitely not in love with you.

But the hormones wouldn't go away. They just got stronger and stronger until all I could think about was talking to you and laughing with you. Until you were everything I wanted and most of what I needed. Until all I could think about was finally saying the words that I whispered every night, in the dark, all alone, hoping that somehow you'd hear them in your dreams.

I couldn't deny it anymore. I loved you. And it was time you knew. So I took the plunge when I was safe in your arms once more, with your breath whispering across my face. I repeated in my mind exactly how I wanted them to come out a million times while you held me. But when they did come out, they were barely a whisper. Hardly enough sound to stir the air between us. But you heard, and there was no going back.