A lot of people see love as something beautiful, something raw. And while these traits are quite true about the overly-fantasized feeling, there's more to it. There's a cocoon of riskiness surrounding it, a sense of alertness that is constantly on the lookout for anything that would even think about stealing the drug that is love.
We were each other's first risk. First person that we'd give everything for, and yet that still was not enough.
Was that okay? Was that safe?
These are questions I should have thought of before, well, everything. But I didn't.
I wasn't thinking at all, now that I look back at what we were. I wasn't thinking when I fell for him. I wasn't thinking when I actually, truly fell for him. Not when he asked me out, or when I said yes, or when he told me he loved me, or when I told him to shut up. I definitely was not thinking-or feeling for that matter-when he ended things. Not when he texted me again, not when I replied.
Our love was built on risk, and rawness, and beauty, and it transformed my heart.
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Change of Heart
Teen FictionBefore him, things were simple. But maybe she liked the simple life. The story of a girl looking for perspective on a life she did not expect to be her own.
