Am I Too Young for Love?

That word,
The one word that makes people feel happy,
Extraordinary,
Important.
This word is love.
I am not speaking of the love you feel for family,
Or friends.
The love I'm referring to is what you feel for a special someone.
That boy or girl you care for.
The one you can't get out of your head.
Here I am,
At the age of thirteen,
In love.
I am told time and time again,
By friends and family,
That I am too young to call it love.
I have been told it is puppy love,
Or just a simple crush.
Deep down I feel it is not just a silly crush,
It is love.
Somedays I do ask myself,
Is it a crush?
Or true love?
This one boy,
This ordinary boy,
Makes me fell so many emotions.
When I see him I am at my happiest,
I feel amazing.
I feel as though I could fly,
Without a care in the world.
Just as long as I see his wonderful smile,
Hear his angelic voice,
I feel pheomenal.
Is it love?
Or a crush?
He is the only person that makes me feel this way.
The one that makes my heart beat faster and slower,
All at the same time.
He is the reason why I want to be in school.
I try to survive in that hell hole,
I fight in a war,
Just for him.
His eyes are the only eyes that make me melt.
He weakens me,
Makes me vulnerable.
I care for him deeply,
If I had to,
I would die for him.
These feelings frighten me,
But at the same time I feel alive.
I cry if he dates another girl.
I feel angered if he pays attention to girls other than me.
He has broken my heart once before,
But I still have these feelings.
It seems he might feel the same,
Or just have a crush.
But fear overcomes me,
Not wanting to admit these feelings.
Too afraid of the one thing that makes everyone cry,
That everyone fears,
A broken heart.
Everyday these emotions confuse me,
Trying to find the truth.
He is the only person that can make me laugh and cry.
When I see him all my sadness disappears.
My heart sings everytime I see him.
Everyday I ask myself this difficult question that I have yet to answer,
Am I too young for love?