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I didnβt just fall for her.
I surrendered.
There was no warning, no hesitationβ¦
just a moment where my heart recognized something my mind couldnβt explain.
People look at us and they think they know the story.
They see her wildness⦠her beauty⦠her fire.
They see the age difference and they shake their heads.
They whisper that Iβve lost myself.
That Iβm not thinking clearly anymore.
But they only see the part of her that the world is allowed to see.
I see the truth.
I see the softness she hides behind her laughter.
I see the innocence she protects like a wounded animal guarding its last breath.
I see her β the real her β the one who exists only when the world is silent.
The one who looks at me like sheβs been searching for me just as long as Iβve been searching for her.
Loving her doesnβt feel safe.
It doesnβt feel rational.
It feels like standing at the edge of something endless β
and choosing to fall anyway.
And maybe thatβs why theyβre afraid for me.
Maybe thatβs why they try to pull me away.
But what they donβt understand is this:
For the first time in my life, I am not living on the surface of my own world. I am not pretending. I am not performing. I am awake β painfully, beautifully awake.
She is the first thing that ever made me feel alive.
Before her, I was just moving.
Breathing.
Functioning.
A body passing through days that all looked the same.
Then she appeared β like a storm that tears the world open.
A force.
A truth.
A mirror I couldnβt look away from.
And if this is madnessβ¦
If this is the kind of love that burns instead of comfortsβ¦
Then let me burn.
Let the flames take everything I was before her.
Because I would rather lose myself in her β
Than return to the man I was when I didnβt know she existed.
And if I had to choose againβ¦
knowing the cost, the judgment, the scars, the chaosβ
Iβd still choose her.
Every. Single. Time