Those three words and eight letters.

I love you.

From the first day you said it, I fell head over heels

From that day on, you made me feel special with those words…

But now, 

Now that I think about it, I question it

Did you really mean it?

Or was it the way my lips touched yours that made you say it?

Was it the way my body looked in that tight dress?

Was it the way my body felt on yours?

Was it the way I bit my lips?

Was it the image of my body the one you fell in love with?

Or was it deeper than that?

Did you say it by the gentle and loving way I touched your face?

Did you say it by the way my arms would hold you?

Did you say it by the way my hands felt holding yours?

Did you fall in love with my physical? Or did you fall in love with my heart?

I need to know in order to say those words back.

If I’m being completely honest…

Truth is I fell in love with you

I fell in love by the way your eyes sparkle 

I fell in love with your sweet laugh

I fell in love with that smile of yours

I fell in love by the way you held me

I fell in love with you. 

I fell in love with your heart.

By the fact of how pure, innocent, and gentle it was. 

But I’m scared to say it back,

Im scare that Im the only one who feel in love with the others inner beauty.

Im scared to find out that one day someone prettier will come around and there goes the love you had for me

I need to know 

I want to know

But im also scared to find out

I love you, but you will never know until I find out. 

Im waiting..

Patiently but terrified on your response…