A Jumbled Collective

r. 2

Our love started almost as a crush between children would. One liked the other, tried to be with the other as much as possible, but refused to tell the other how they really felt in fear of rejection. So they just spent a lot of time together until the other realized that they also like the one.

It started out silly, where we would joke about getting married, and how we might raise our kids, but from pretending to love one another, I fell for him.

My innocent heart doesn't know how to pretend to love someone, I guess.

I started to ding things to fall in love with. Things I didn't notice beforehand. Silly little things that any other person would notice, but never remember. Stupid things that normal people don't fall in love with.

I realized that I let a lot of things that were blunt and could be hurtful fly right over my head because all that mattered was me making sure that he saw me as a potential love interest.