Could it be love?

Something novel and pleasently terrifying is happening to me... There's this girl, I can spend an infinite amount of time with her yet never be tired of her presence, no not in a needy or possessive way, more like a basking in her presence when in that present moment, revealing to her a side no one else sees unless they bear witness to our interactions.  I enjoy my time around her so much that I've convinced myself it isn't real and that it is perhaps how she treats all the men in her life on a superficial level. However something terrifying has dawned upon me, what if it is profoundly real? Every second of it. What if those moments are as precious to her as they are to me? On the offshoot that they are, running away from what I am feeling due to my own insecurities might be the biggest mistake I've ever made. I have to find out, not knowing will drive me as insane as she already has.