why yes i'm in love

3 a.m. and I rolled over in my bed, bury my face in my white pillow and yelled because I thought maybe that would get the butterflies out. I love him. 4 months and 27 days later, I still yell in my pillow at 3 a.m. trying to get the butterflies out.

Yes I'm only 17, and yes we had our first kiss on the street curb outside his cousin's house trying to be as quiet as we could so he dad wouldn't notice. Yes I wore the cutest outfit I had and no it wasn't warm enough for 10 o'clock at night, but he gave me his pullover with "pine view football" on it and nothing mattered after that.

Yes I forgot to hug him when I first saw him on our first date but he still held my hand that entire night around the fair like we had been together for ten years. He watched me every step I took and I forgot about everything in the world that night. He was proud, and my head was spinning.

Yes his dad yelled at him telling him to hold my hand outside the church, and yes his eyelashes are my favorite. 

Yes my hair was a mess and my head and my heart were too tired to put make up on and he told me that's the most beautiful he's seen me. 

Yes I cried in my car in the gas station parking lot after his game because he had to leave and he cupped my face and kissed my tears along my cheeks and in that moment I knew that this is what the songs are about.

Yes I slapped him and screamed at him, and yes he just took it and grabbed me told me he loves me. 
And yes it takes us 45 minutes to say goodbye.

Yes he remembered my favorite flower, and sent a dozen of them to my doorstep. Just because.

Yes our birthday's are 5 days apart, and we live 4 hours away from each other.

Yes when he smiles I feel like we're in kindergarten again, and when he reads me scriptures before we go to bed he is a man.

Yes I'm in love with a running back, a boxer, a weirdo, a laugher, a dancer, a comedian, a giver, a polynesian, and my best friend.