People fall in love like it's the easiest thing in the world.
Like it doesn't ruin you.Like it doesn't change you into someone you barely recognize.
I never understood that.
From where I stand, love has always looked like a slow kind of disaster—pretty at first, almost beautiful… until it isn't. Until it leaves people hollow, desperate, and reaching for something that's already gone.
So I made a decision early on.
I don't fall.I don't chase.And I definitely don't stay.
It's simple, really. If you never let anyone in, they can't leave.
That's how I've lived my life—quiet, controlled, untouched.
And it worked.
Until her.
She walked into my life like she belonged there—like she hadn't just stepped into a space I built to keep people out. Soft laughter, warm eyes, and that effortless kind of confidence that made everyone turn their heads.
The kind of girl I avoid.
The kind of girl who never notices someone like me.
But she did.
Out of everyone—she looked at me.
At first, I ignored it. Then I dismissed it. Then I convinced myself it didn't mean anything.
Because it couldn't.
Girls like her don't chase.And girls like me don't get chosen.
But she kept coming back.
Closer. Louder. Brighter.
Like she was trying to prove something.
Or maybe… like she saw something in me I refused to see myself.
And that's when things started to change.
Not all at once.Not enough to notice.
Just enough to feel.
And that was the problem.
Because I don't do love.
But for the first time in my life—I couldn't stop wanting to.