Possibly wrong

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she's wrong to. Maybe this really is love. The way you looked at me the other day, it was...I have no words for it. All I was doing was grabbing my books from my locker. You were leaning your head against the open door and looking at me as if, god I don't even know. Like I was the only one there, even though our friends were standing around talking? When I glanced at you, I had to stop when I saw the look on your face. I think I forgot to breathe, I know I have no clue what they were saying.

I can't get you out of my head. Every time I try, it just gets worse. It'll start off innocently enough, just remembering your face from the other day, but then it'll slowly change into your face in the shadows of your car. Then I can feel you kissing me, one hand touching my butt, the other rubbing my back. I can feel your hair in my hands, maybe your neck in one. Then it'll change to your mouth on my neck, while your hand cups my breast. I'll get a shiver that goes from my heart, straight down to my sex, when I'll then realize what I'm thinking and try to shake the thoughts from my head. But I'm already turned on, I can feel the wetness.

I don't know what I'm going to do. We both have to focus, and I'm sure you're just as messed up as I am. What are we going to do? We have to apply to colleges, write a senior paper, and do normal schoolwork. This is probably why adults tell us to stay out of a sexual relationship. You haven't touched my sex, and I haven't touched your member, but we're still going nuts. We can't focus at all. I forgot to turn in a really important paper because I was too busy trying to finish the book so I could go on a date with you.

So I guess maybe what we have is a mixture of the two. You definitely love me. It's written all over your face when you look at me. I know I love you, this feels different than anything I've ever known, and I can't sleep at night because I want you to hold me. Not sleep with me, hold me. But there's also lust. Your mouth lightly kissing the top of my breast, your member pulsing against my thigh. For now, this is all we can do. Anything more and I doubt we'd be able to function. So I love you, and I'll see you Tuesday.