12 Steps to Not Fall in Love on Wattpad

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What is your type?

What makes your heart race, your face heat up, your brain short-circuit? 

Have you ever noticed if all the people you liked had something in common? Maybe they looked alike? Acted alike? Had the same kind of energy? 

I used to think I didn’t have one. Turns out, I do. 

My type has blue eyes. The kind that makes you stop mid-sentence because you forgot what you were saying. 

My type has cute, round cheeks that turn red so easily, I could spend all day just watching it happen or trying to bite. 

My type has short, auburn hair that I really need to run my fingers through at least once in this lifetime. 

My type has a smile that could power a whole city, and a laugh that makes my stomach do stupid little flips. 

My type has a beautiful soul and a soft heart. She calls me pretty and hot even when I’m feeling like the human version of a potato. 

My type sends me long, messy texts when she’s frustrated, because she trusts me enough to see the parts of her she usually hides. She also reminds me every single day how much she loves me, and says it like she really means it.

My type doesn’t judge me when I overthink. She knows where I come from. Just like I know where she comes from. 

My type can’t wait for the day we can finally watch The Walking Dead together in person, regardless of me not being a "gore" girl.  

My type is the reason I wrote this story, because I thought I could resist her. Thought I could keep my heart locked away, safe, untouchable. 

But I knew from the start—I was never gonna win that fight. And honestly? I’m so glad I lost. 

Because no matter what’s going on in your life, no matter how much you try to run, if love wants to find you, it will. And it’ll use whatever it takes to make sure you can’t escape. 

Mine just happened to be Wattpad. 

The last place on earth I thought I’d find the love of my life. 

…Maybe our wedding should have orange in the palette?