Love?

The truth is, I did not know if it was meant to be called love, Stalin got to know I sincerely feel something for him but whenever he ask me what I feel I will always reply" I don't know". maybe I knew exactly what I felt but I was just afraid of admitting the truth about how I really feel because of some thoughts .

because all that while I will always ask myself that " is this boy being real with Me? does he really care like he appears?, does he love me too?, what if he is just playing games with Me?

But upon all these questions, I felt more closer to him .like how does that even happen?

And so I decided to take one fearless step, and that is to allow myself for Stalin's love and to see how it goes whiles being tuff.

Now I freely opened myself , i made Stalin know exactly how i feel, and to be sure it's mutual, I asked him if he loves me too, and he said "ofcourse I love you" . That was a relief and exciting, so there it was, a beginning of a new relationship...