A.A.M.

ten. twenty-one.

It was that time.

October of two thousand twenty-one, when I chose you to be someone important to me.

Chose.

I didn't naturally fall for you. I tried to play my heart with those stupid games. All I wanted was to have someone I can look up to and feel butterflies.

I didn't feel those until I did.. Until I realized that I was my own bait— heart was my own bait. 

I didn't fall for you until I actually—accidentally did.