Is this real love?

u-are-be-you-tiful:

it is beyond my knowledge how just one person alone can make me feel this way.
I get them butterflies, you know before I see him, I go red and smile too often just because of his sweet loving words.
And then today, I cried, I read a 4/5 sentence message, and sat and cried, with happiness.
And he calls me ‘his’, he’s so proud to call me his, and I’m not actually his, it’d be lovely but I’m not, and that’s the thing
Is this the right time to stand up and speak!? Or do I wait for him?

You know it’s never fifty-fifty in a relationship. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly. Someone else sails along for the ride.