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I am in love. Yes, what a depressing statement to make considering how hard and faster, than you can say his name, I fell for him. I am living that glorious time known as: the honey moon phase. What indeed a glorious time. I could consider him my first boyfriend considering I have basically just had all of my first times with him (well, almost all). I'm surprised of myself of all the things we have done. Sometimes I'm scared is just because I was wanting someone but I have felt so much warmest in my body when I get to hold him tight against me. I never thought of myself as a person capable of saying the creepy Spanish two-words known as love in English. But here I am thinking about them when I'm with him. Feeling hopelessly complete next to him. And enjoying the heck out of myself when he touches me. I just didn't know I could feel that much and I'm terrified. Holy freaking shit. Super terrified. I'm in love, Blogger, what an idiot I am.