Ive never been in love but I use to talk to this guy about a year and a half ago and I still think about him 24/7. I miss him so much. I miss his laughter, deep voice, his perfect hair, height, sun kissed tan skin, and his shyness but also boldness. I always wonder how he’s doing and If he’s okay. How soccer is going for him and being a senior. I think about what could’ve been and what was. When I’m at a place we once went and when I have a conversation about something with someone else we once had. Nothing and no one can compare to the happiness I had when talked. No smile bigger than when he told me I was beautiful and when he called me crazy. There was no one else I wanted to have late night conversations with and talk about deep stuff with and still no one more I’ve wanted to rip off clothes from. No matter how many times I try to forget him and our memories they will always be burned into my head and my heart of the best time of my life so far. But I’ve never been in love and I feel like I am. Is that what Love feels like?