I didn’t understand the feeling of being in love until I met you. I was close. I was actually, really close, but along with the true happiness, warm, excited and goofy feelings I assumed I would feel, there is also one more important feeling. Safe. I feel safe when I am with you. Not safe, in the sense that I am protected from like a mugger, but safe in the sense of peace. Things that don’t matter, never bother or gain any more stress than they should. I don’t know, this isn’t making sense. It’s hard to accurately describe the feeling, so I end up crossing definitions and settling on a word isn’t working. Safe doesn’t fully cover it, but neither does peace or happiness. I don’t know, I just know that I love you. Love, Your Boy