It’s funny how people say that you fall in love when you least expect it to. How, when you’re in love, you don’t actually know it, until you’re up at 3 in the morning, wide awake thinking of that person, and what it would be like to share the same bed as that person, what it would feel like to have them sleep next to you, feel their breath and watch them slip off into their dreamland. When you’re in love… you can’t tell why you love them; no matter how they look or act, or what kind of weird habits they have. But all you can tell others is that you accept them for who they are and what they have to offer.

It’s actually rather funny, since I never believed in love. Well not until a whole series of events unfolded in my life that changed my view on this topic. But it all changed back when I met him… The random butterflies in the pit of my stomach, staying up till 3 or 4 in the morning just thinking of them, not knowing why I became to feel such way for another human being.

And yet, despite all the ‘symptoms’ I have noticed, I still don’t understand any of what has happened so far.