It wasn't an attraction anymore.
It wasn't a puppy crush anymore.
It wasn't.
It was love.
The little sapling of feelings that had bloomed inside my chest was the flower of love.
There was no explanation why my heart raced just at the sight of yours, and why my cheeks painted themselves red at your thoughts.
Why you always made me feel things I never felt before?
YOU ARE READING
Mutism.
Short StoryI wanted hear you voice, even if it was just 1 word. I wanted to hear your voice. [Completed]
