Tears, but the happy kind

I cry every night. Not sad tears though, happy ones. I'm so fortunate that I have this great person in my

life who loves and cares for me. I just get myself so caught up in my feelings and have to let them out at

the end of the day. He lives too far away, and the likelihood of me ever actually getting to meet him is

slim. I swear one day we'll meet though. I can't wait til the day I can kiss his lips and hold his hand, and

run my fingers through his hair. Just the thought alone makes me elated. Our on-line conversations are

the greatest, but I long for the day we can sit face to face and talk about everything and anything. I

know I'm young and people say that teenagers know nothing about love, but I know that I love him. I've

never felt this way about any boy. I love him so much it brings me to tears, and I can physically feel the

butterflies in my stomach. When I first told him I loved him, I was terrified that he wouldn't have the

same feelings for me. He did though, and it still amazes me. I always wondered if anyone could ever

love me, I know that's dramatic to say, but I truly did. Knowing that he loves me as much as I love him is

just so heart warming and I just feel so complete and content. I love feeling this way.