It's late, and I'm thinking about things.

My boyfriend said "I love you" to me, fairly early in our relationship. I remember we were on the phone, and I felt my stomach drop through the three floors and into our basement and the only thing I could think at that moment was, "Oh god... I can't say it back... That would be lying..."

I know, that sounds horrible. But it was true. It still is true.

And it's not that I don't like him. Love him, even. Because I do. I just don't... love him. I'm too young for that. I'm only 15. If I live to be 60, I've lived a quarter of my life. Less if I live longer. I'm not ready to give him, or any other person ( male or female ) that I am likely to meet ( discounting celebrities as I'm not likely to meet them and form a relationship ) my undying, eternal and everlasting love.

I'm not ready to give my heart away. I'm just not.

All of my friends, you all have a piece of my heart. I love you all. I do. I'm just not ready to tie myself down.

And... thank you for your time. I needed to clear this up with myself.