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Love is a strange thing. I feel like Champagne; all golden, glowy, and bubbly. I can hardly wait just to hold his hand, to hug him, to look into his eyes. Who would have thought that a Tom-boy like me would become so lovey-dovey, head-over-heals in love, spouting corny sayings, and daydreaming about looking into his eyes? I wonder if anyone would have guessed that I'd be such a romantic. Who would have thought that I'd be happy just to hold hands and cuddle on the couch while watching TV and talking on the phone for hours. I never would have thought that someone else besides my mother would have taken the role of "home." I don't know when I started thinking of him as home, more so than I thought of mom as home. I wonder if that will change. I hope not. I can't imagine him not being 'home' for me, though I never used to be able to imagine that mom wasn't 'home' either. Well, she's still home, but she's second. Meople's home is another I consider 'home.' But he gets the gold above them all. And yet, I feel nervous to go to his house. I'm not nervous because of him, but because of his parents; I care what they think and it will be a little awkward to be with him and them. But I love him, and once I'm there, I will be fine. And he will be with me. And we'll be together. For a couple days at least. And the I will go to Meople's home for the 4th of July and the weekend right after.