I believe I'm in love.
My relationship was extremely cliche, we were best friends, 'shouldnt' be together. I fancied the pants off him the day I met him.
He fancied me after a few months, we'd cuddled watching films.
We would lie in a field and cuddle under the stars almost every night, & we had a whole typical love movie theme going on, it was rediculous when we think about it.
We splashed in puddles together, danced around in the rain.
We walked back to mine late one night, and he held my hand, etc.
it's all very gay&seemingly unrealistic really.
Then we got together, everything was perfect turn 'tragic', because he had to move away, so we're struggling through that. We have the typical arguements, I throw things at him, scream and shout, walk off. I've got depression, so he has to put up with that and my stupid talks too. I've got massive amounts of jealousy and insecurities. He annoys me to no end, and I 'upset' him by things I say and do. blahblah. But we're all loved up, think the world of each other, are completely gushy eyed, love to spend every moment together. We're happy together.
It's very cute, disgustingly gay, extremely stressful, and not always the happiest times - but I wouldn't give it up for anything.
I think I'm in love.