I think I am in love.

But I've never been in love before, so how do I know that this is actual love?

Does love make me want to scream, cry, hide under the sheets and never come out? 

Does love break open my rib cage and dig and dig and dig until I'm hollowed out, until nothing is left?

Does love put a boy in front of me, a boy who millions of teenage girls across the globe scream and cry and hide under the sheets about and says "This is it, Scottie. This is the rest of your life."

Does love make this boy love me back? But, not in the same way as how I love him?

Then, yes, I probably am in love.