12 Steps to Not Fall in Love on Wattpad

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You: I wanna wait till I'm in college to start dating yk? My plans are to study abroad, and I'm not in the mood to cry on the plane for some girl I'll never get to be with. But you know how it works, 

I read and reread that message over ten times. 

I was right. I knew better than to get attached. Every time I seem to like someone, they lose interest. I should be used to it. In fact, I should've never considered that we would get past the virtual world phase and finally meet in real life. 

I'm such an idiot. 

— Past me was right, Fluffy, – I say aloud. He looks at me, eyes unblinking, offering no expression to let me know he agrees with my statement. — We don’t get to decide who we’re gonna fall for.

I realize my mistake the second those words come out of my mouth.

— N-not that I’m in love or something, but friendships are like falling too... 

Fluffy, my current therapist (and very good at his job), keeps staring at me as if he can see through my lies. 

— Oh, don’t look at me like that! 

I lean in and turn him around so he’s facing the bedpost. I’m not in the mood to be judged by a stuffed animal. 

— Now you listen and don’t judge, okay? – I unlock my phone and show him the same message I’ve been reading for the past four days. The last real conversation we had before she decided to disappear and leave me thinking she’s way too good to be my friend. — This was the last time she talked to me. It’s been four days, Fluffy. Four days!

I know I sound crazy. I know I’m talking to a stuffed animal, and I’m too upset to give her the benefit of the doubt. It’s part of the process—not thinking the world revolves around me—so maybe something really happened. Who knows? Besides, four days is too soon to draw any conclusions, but... 

— I miss her? – It comes out more like a question until I realize that’s exactly what’s been bothering me. — I miss her, and I don’t wanna miss her because then it means I got too comfortable when I shouldn’t. And now she’s gone. When I’m already into her. And this sucks more than not having any chocolate bar, of any brand, in all the city’s supermarkets. 

There. It wasn’t that hard, was it? 

I’m upset because, despite all my attempts at keeping my feelings under control, I like her. I like her a lot. 

— See why I was afraid, Fluffy? – I sigh. — Catching feelings is a mess. I should be focusing on myself, not on a girl who doesn’t–

A loud ping interrupts my rant, and I look down at the bed to search where the noise is coming from, just to see my screen lighting up with a new message. 

My heart stops beating for a second, only to pick up faster than if I had run a marathon. 

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