Love is such a weird four letter word. A word people live by, a word people want to feel.A word that people want to be given. I feel empowered when I am next to him. I feel happy and normal. I feel like a normal person with a normal life, and I hate that. I hate the fact that I’m so weak. I hate the fact that I’m falling for a boy that I’ve barely even spoken to, a boy who I don’t even know. This can’t be love. This is a crush. How would I know what is love if I’ve never even experienced it?

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