Saying I love you to the first person that means the world to you is never easy. Expecially when you aren't sure if they love you back. About a years ago, I found the first person that made me stop feeling so numb to the world. The first person that made me realize what love was. He had a way of making me embrace loving him instead of being scared to love him. He made the whole concept of love make sense. With all these feelings at heart, I needed to tell him how I felt (even though I'm sure he already knew). Telling him was good for me. I grew up in a sense. I embraced real feelings instead of being that person I always was who just let things pass by. The first time I really said it, I was drunk of course, but I still meant it. After that, every time I said it to him (and I was never dating him, but we were in a weird relationship) it was like the first time. I was nervous and jumpy. My heart raced like I was running a marathon and I had all these stupid ideas of rejection in my head, even though he never rejected me before. I became well aquainted with the butterfly feeling. I'm happy I did it.
