4 Months. 5 Days.

I am 17 years of age, and I have found love. I am in love with a lovely boy.

His name, for privacy reasons, will remain, Lovely Boy.

... he is truely lovely.

We have been dating for a total of 4 months and 5 days. We have had our good days, but our fair share of bad days as well. Although, we are very different in morals, personalities, and looks, we are perfectly compatible. I am in love with him and his family. He has become my best friend. On days when I am not with him, I do not feel complete. He has become a necessity to my life. I treasure each conversation, phone call, kind action, and kiss that we share. After 4 months and 5 days, just his touch, still sets my heart racing, my hands clammy, and my stomach in a frenzy.

Yesterday we shared our Valentine's Day together. It was a wonderful evening. He held me close as he whispered, "I love you" soft and sweet in my ear. He kissed each one of my fingers. He gently kissed my lips and caressed my short hair. It was the best Valentine's Day ever.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth