Dear you,
It's been two years. Two very confusing misleading years. You've held my hand, woke me up early in the morning to talk, we've been to 12 movies together, spent hours working out things that we don't understand, useless pointless things. Remember the time we discussed the origin of the dark? That was fun. Also the first time you hugged me. You look at me every time like it's the first time you're seeing me. You talk to me like you love me, like I know that, like it's the most obvious thing. But I don't know that. You need to tell me, just once in your life be honest with me and tell me how you feel. I am getting tired of guessing. Like I have been for two years.
As cliche as it is, I am head over heels, butterflies in my tummy, pounding heart, clouded mind, quick breathing in love with you.
Even though you're slow.