Jacob,

I love you. You have such a driving passion for the things going on in your life. Your whole face lights up. The way you talk about building your car explaining the minute details knowing I have no clue what it is sends butterflies fluttering through me. How your eyes seek out mine when there are others closer to you. How you ask how my day has gone. You stand there and just listen to me stumble through. You always tell me that you hope I have a great rest of the day. It's like we are a couple. You are beyond patient with me. I love you because I notice when you walk away from me. Yeah sure I am checking THAT out (which is mighty fine *cough cough*), but it is more. When you walk your right foot slightly hitches up. I always wonder why. What happened? I love that today you got so nervous trying to impress me (talking to my friend) that you talked faster and had a higher pitch than what you normally do. I love that you respect and make me feel comfortable. I love that you open doors for me. I love how the way you make me feel normal.

What I don't like is seeing you so tired. I am always internally reminding myself not to reach up and wipe away those dark smudges from under your sweet brown eyes. It just makes me want to hug you. Everything with you seems to be automatic, like one complimenting the other. And I really don't like how hard you are on yourself. If you could only see yourself through my eyes.

So Jacob, yes I am in love with you and have been for quite some time.

Georgina