Chapter 1 : How I fell

 I fell in love before i fully understand what love was.
I was young, hopeful, and perhaps a little naive.

I didn't knowthen that love is not only feeling - 

It is also awareness, patience, and choice.

I was drawn to him in ways i couldn't explain. It wasn't just his gentleness, or the intellignece in his puppy eyes, or the way he carried himself with respect or the charisma in him - it was the quiest certainty that made the world feel safe when he was near.

In His presence, i felt seen, understood, cherished. I felt like a princess, even in the smallest moments : a message that carried thoughtfulness, a gesture that respected my space, a conversation where i could speak feely without fear of judgement. 

Love at that age felt pure, almost sacred. I didn't know then that imperfection could appear as perfection, or that the heart could be so devoted it forgets to protect itself.

I didn't see the cracks yet.

I only saw the parts that made me want to stay, to invest, to give, to hold on for as long as my heart could manage. 

And so i fell.

Deeply. Completely.

Not knowing that falling is only the first step, and staying -staying is where the lessons truly begin.