This is what this feels like.

Giddy. Dizzy. Drunk.

We sat in the car, the air full from the 100 degree day, staring, grasping, terrified and trying to understand and capture the moment. He was scared, breathless. We had talked about missing each other, about missing someone when they're standing right there. About missing someone in the center of your chest, deep deep. Then time stopped and he was staring into my eyes, asking if he said something big, would I promise not to be scared, and as I nodded I fell into something new - he said that he loves me, he loves me, he loves me. The feeling, the one that you expect will never come, overtook me as we just took it all in. The gravity of that. Of the first real love. He loves me. Somehow in that second everything changed. It's all different now.