& all I thought I knew at that time was that I loved him. I loved him and it scared me to death. I kept trying to talk myself out of those feelings. The longer we were apart the more my heart longed to be with him. The more we talked, the closer we got, as we shared deeper and deeper secrets-goals-fears-desires...the more I fell; hard, fast, freely. It was as natural of a feeling as when I shot a free throw. When I was with him, I was a princess, but I never needed saving because who wants to be saved from the one person who triumphed all the feelings you've ever felt. The pain from my past was like a day old papercut, the confusion of my future was like an intriguing mystery, and the present was perfect enough to capture in a million pictures and keep forever. Most people say when the one they care about most smiles at them, that is when they feel the weakest...but me? Nah, leave it to me to have been individualistic enough to look at his smile, and in that moment feel the strongest. I would catch him loooking at me, and feel beautiful, not bashful.
But sometimes, no matter how you felt.....the other person doesn't feel the same. Sometimes they lie to themselves because they are so scared of you in those same moments that their weakness leaves you heartbroken. Sometimes, timing with people, is just....bad.
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