The first time I felt it was when I was 14. That's when I felt this powerful and overwhelming sensation swallowing my heart with terrifying fingertips.
It was as shocking as ice water, and I remember realizing I had heard it from many adults.
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He was a year older than me and was in my class. I have known him for many years and is the older brother of one of my best friends. It turned out to be one of forbidden romances. I remember other girls whispering about who they liked and who they thought was cute. I never participated in any of these conversations, because I was unsure at the time, out of embarrassment and indifference. I think.)
14 Years Love was an occasional text his message asking how he was doing, if he had had a good day so far. I was beginning to wait for those messages to bounce or be sent to test the invisible boundaries to see how long it would take before confirming my presence. called me by my cheekiest nickname. he thought she was pretty
Ai wondered if I was cute enough to see him at school - thought I was useless. Ai thought I was trapped in a hole with no exit and he just stared at me when I screamed for help...with a smile, "It's okay like this. It'll get better." Love was the tears that ran down my face when I tried to tell him to go, but he just pushed them away He fights for me, fights for us I'm saying. what would he be without me?
At the time, it was the most romantic gesture he ever sent me.
