Love Hurts

Love hurts. And I don't mean the Incubus song. It actually, literally, hurts. I feel like the more I love him the more confused and sad I'm starting to feel. Every moment I spend with him, I forget about how I feel like when I'm not with him. He makes me forget all the f-up moments I have at home or how little I think of my self. Yeah I act confident but I actually don't feel confident in a lot of my self. Yeah I'm not skinny or look like Megan Fox. Yeah I can't pull off wearing a mini skirt 'cause I don't have the body yet but I'm working on it. Certain things obviously make me doubt my self. And speaking of doubting, I'm starting to doubt his feelings for me. If only he could tell me something to show me that I'm not just a piece of meat that he likes to have around to just not be alone ...that would help a lot. I feel like I'm pouring my self into him and I don't know what to make out of it. I have fallen for someone who hasn't even asked me to be their girlfriend yet. So many time I have bitten my tongue from saying the four letter word followed by "you". The last person I said that to, well he lied about being dead and then continued to postpone me until I had had enough. Thing is I'm so scared to let him know how I feel. I even found the perfect song to tell him but how can I when I don't even know how he feels. Love is the worst thing you can possibly run into aside from the big bad wolf.