I Love Her

I love her. I fucking love her.

I know it's supposed to be friendship, taking it slow, etc etc. But I really love her.

This isn't some hormonal, teen-angst thing. Believe me, I've analyzed, re-analyzed, meta-analyzed, and re-meta-analyzed. And my conclusion remains the same. I love her. I don't know if she loves me, but I hope so.

I'm not going to read into her slightest remarks for some kind of sign. That's rubbish. I know her, I grok her. If she has feelings for me, I know exactly how they will play out. I really, really hope they do play out. She means the world to me, and every day she's gone I feel that much more alone.

She's the best person I know to have a relationship with. Of that, I'm certain. I've weighed my options, and I can't escape the conclusion that she's amazing. I don't trust myself to make the opposite assesment: Am I the best person for her? From our interactions and what I've heard, we're at least not bad for each other.

I hope tomorrow brings us one step closer to the mutual realization of our love.