How Love Can be Difficult.

I think that we are in love.
I think that, when you hold my hand and I feel all fuzzycrazy inside
we are in love.
When you look at me with your eyes that are like two round white plates with big dots in the middle,
we are in love.
When you scratched my name into your deskcorner,
I knew.
We are in love.
Love is hard, sometimes.
Sometimes it's confusing,
sometimes it's refusing,
sometimes it's like a piece of linen ripped in fours. Or eights. Just some pieces.
But now, when you say things like "I love you,"
I know.
We are in love like two lovebirds on a rail.
I love you.