I'm in love.

I do believe in the 3 loves in a lifetime.

1. Being your first. Crazy, dramatic, and heartbreaking.

2. Your lesson. You learn more about yourself.

3. The great one. The love that makes all others irrelevant.

And I'm 17, but I do believe I have found The Great One.

There's something about his smile in that picture. It's so beautiful. So pure. We've been together almost 9 months solid. No breaking up. My first serious relationship. And I never get tired of seeing how gorgeous he is. It's not even his looks that get me. He's a beautiful person inside and out. He struggles to get by but will drop everything if I can't lift a feather by myself. He compromises with me. We take turns. We communicate. We've learned to love each other and talk.

He gives me a sense of hope. Before him, endless suicide homes that were relentless cries for help. He came all g and started stitching stuff back together. I don't understand what I have done good in my life, so good that I got what I dreamt about. This is the love the proves there are still people with hearts on their sleeves. There's still real romance.

And I think I'm going to ask him to marry me.