Lame

I love her. I hate that phrase, I hate that word, but I love her. I think. The other day we decided that neither of us was sure I am serious when I say it. I know I like her, and I know I like spending time with her, and I know I want to be with her. But I don't know if I love her. And I don't know if it's even possible that I do. I don't want to let myself fall into this trap. I mean, I know she's not the only person out there who could make me happy. She's the only person I want to make me happy.