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Three words. One meaning. So this is what it is?

To think of you all the time, to wonder what you're doing, thinking,  dreaming?

To always wanting to be with you, to protect you, to see you begin to smile, talk to you, simply be near you.

To smile just at the thought of you hopefully feeling similar about me, or laughing even if something isn't that funny.

To imagine situations where I tell you how I feel, or to think about how I walk the long way to class just to catch a glimpse of you in the halls.

To join a troupe I wasn't sure about, but now love, to see your passion, and understand you better as a person.

Am I selfish for wanting more than a goodbye hug?
For wanting so much more?
A hug hello?
Holding your hand?
My first kiss?
To simply hold one another?

Is it silly to lay in bed at night and try to think of my future without you, but failing terribly? 

To read those prophecies of the tragic highschool first love, all leading to a dream crushing end? Only for me to burn those fated words with a shout of: We will be different!

Those three words that I struggle to write, to say, to make reality:

                          I.   Love.   You.