"I can't love someone I just met" I tried to reason her.
"Looks like you do, to me" she said with a smirk.
"I don't know what love is anyway."

And thats when his face popped in my mind, his blue eyes looking right through mine, his golden hair messily hanging down his forehead causing my fingers to itch, desperately seeking for them to run through his gold locks. I remembered how I feel like I could die right then and there whenever his heart-shaped Cupid's bow stretches every time he smiles at me, the way he scratches the back of his neck or bites his bottom lip while frowning his brows every time he feels nervous. And thats when it really clicked to me, thats when I knew that he is 'it' for me. He is love. My love.