I don't get it anymore. What do I do. I can't say I love you because what if the day you leave me I realize I don't and I wasted my breathe. All those giggles escaping my mouth is like every other teenage love. When do I know its real? Is it fair of me to picture him making out with other girls in my head, even though I know he would never. Is it wrong for me to want to cry and want to talk to him never ending. It is like I have an addiction for him, and when I can't talk to him it is like a with drawl; hard and painful. I do whatever to please him, but yet it doesn't seem to me enough or worth anything. He says I never annoy him, but is that