Love is a four letter word, not easily describable. Love has infinite meanings; people don’t always get to experience all of them. Not many people get to feel romantic love, that’s why I am lucky. The definition for romantic love is “an abiding love for a partner for whom you feel passion, attraction, caring and respect”. An individual I fell for one year, six months and one day ago. He is the goofiest, oddest boy I have ever encountered. He drives me up a wall most days but at the end of the day his charm is overpowering. He isn’t the average teenage boy who loves video games unfortunately he is the one that would rather get himself killed. He is insane, clumsy, not the brightest. He doesn’t dress like he owns a mansion. He dresses like a “hick”. The t-shirt, Carhartts, whatever hat he can find with a fish hook on the bill, and his cowboy boots. He has a perfectly straight smile that is white as clouds on a clear day. He has the bright blue eyes that look like a reflection off of the ocean. His dirty blonde hair that never seems to do what anyone wants. He has a slim figure with just enough muscle to be an athlete. His words are not always perfect but seem to be as smooth as silk. He makes mistakes, one at least every day. He doesn’t have to be perfect to society for me to love him; he just has to be perfect to me. He had a bad childhood, so some days he is mature, others he is childish. He always catches me off guard. Moment of spontaneity, like random bouquet of roses, trips out to a lake to watch the stars till it’s time to go home. He lives with me, I know his perks and I know his downfalls. When he hugs me I know it’s not puppy love because I feel almost as safe as I did when I was little every time I got hurt and my mom would hold me. I feel secure and confident when I’m around him, which I don’t even feel with my best friend some days. I don’t have to dress up in heels, a dress, and curl my hair everyday to be with him. He knows who I am and I know exactly who he is. We fight, we argue, but I know without a doubt he will be there with me when the world falls apart. This isn’t puppy love, this is what I believe is true love. I went through the stage of puppy love before, and I know this isn’t it. The feeling I get when I am around him is tremendous. He knows exactly when I need to smile and does his best to accomplish it. This is my love, and I am sticking to it.