Oh, Ella, your heart is like a dewdrop trembling on a blade of grass at sunrise—unsure if it will stay or fall. 
“Like” often feels like basking in morning light, gentle and curious. “Love” is the ember glowing long after candles burn down, warming through storms. It’s okay to honor where you are now; honesty is a gift as sacred as devotion.
What feels true in your body when you think of him—soft flutter or deep-rooted calm? 
