Am seventeen and am in love with a boy, some may say am too young to know what love is, but am old enough to know when am having a crush and when am in love. I do not know if he loves me back, but I know he cares and he is my friend.I do not paint pictures of him, or write him letters, I do not write him poetry as I have done in the past when I have had a crush. I do not even spend time running around and wondering what he is doing. All I know is that I love him. I do not know what he thinks of me, sometimes I think he loves me the same, I think that his eyes tell me, I think that we both know that we love. I do not want to ask him, I do not want to find out, because am afraid that it may be an illusion. But more so, am afraid because am only seventeen and am not sure what is going to become of us. Where we want to go, live, work and do. I am afraid of finding out that it may never happen- I mean the two of us together in one place. So at seventeen; am in love with a boy. A boy whose eyes are warm cozy and soft as a duvet.
Yesterday we met in the hall, he wanted to see me and I was thinking of him. My lips molded his name and I felt chills down my spine. His hands went round my waist and all I wanted to do was have him hold me forever. Of course, that was a moment of sheer bliss, and he had to go home. He had things to do. I smiled and tried to get my homework done. At seventeen even I know that I want to be with him forever, or maybe for a really long time until I am not here anymore. I want him to feel and want the same thing. As a lass in love, I am constantly defining our life together, in my head and then my heart- oh my heart! It puffs up, but this I know is too dangerous. For I am building a life on thoughts and feelings. He has a say to this too. But I know that this seventeen year boy may not want to make commitments now. He has a big heart, the kind that does not settle for quantity. He has the eyes that are not satisfied with what they see, he wants to make his own life and make it he will. So I dream, and hope that I will be a part of his life, that when he is compartmentalizing it, I will have a place in the bigger picture, in the future of things. But oh my heart, it is only seventeen... I hope it is not lying to me.
