p.a.h.

My definition of love is when you get out of the car after a great night, and your heart aches because you miss them so much already. It's when you are walking to your front door and you are debating the entire time whether or not you should run back to the car, get in, and drive back to their house for just one more kiss. Love is when you want to spend every waking hour with them and you don't even care what you are doing because you are just happy to be with them. It is when they laugh at your stupid jokes, tell you that you look gorgeous even though you think they are full of bologna, and when you talk to them all day, dream of them all night, then repeat. Love is when everything from a smell, to a food, to a TV show reminds you of them and you can't help but smile….
When you start to like someone, you don't know whether or not it is going to last. You can hope it will, but the truth is, you just don't know. But that is just in the beginning... I think you know whether it is going to last or not after the first kiss. The first kiss is the one that sets the stage for the rest of them. Now, I've had plenty of first kisses in my life, there was the one in kindergarten, then the first kiss that actually counts in high school… to the best first kiss in my life. The one where my best friend kicks me out of my own car to kiss the boy I've like for so long. The one where there was that awkward, nervous moment before, but it turns out to be the most beautiful moment in time. That first kiss made everything clear. I didn't know it then, but I know it now.
Parker, I've fallen in love with you.