I've always known how to name my feelings. I've grown up in a home with people that have raised me to be very emotionally mature. I don't recall when it begun, but I feel like everything that I once thought I knew about my feelings, is slipping away.

The way she looks at me. Her dark brown eyes make my heart beat in a way I can't comprehend.

I know love. I'm very aware of that concept... but is this what it feels like?

Helplessness?

Weakness?

I can't stand on my own two feet; when she twirls her hair, my knees buckle. Everytime I see her laugh and smile I can't help but mirror her, I smile and laugh, too; she unintentionally takes my free will.

Love should make you feel strong. Love shouldn't make u feel weak... right? Maybe it's not love. Maybe. Maybe it is something else. It has to be.

I can't be caught off guard. This is odd; I've always known how to name my feelings.