“My feet, I’m tired. Shouldn’t have wore this pair of heels today!”

“Come, I’ll give you a piggy back.”

That was how everything started.

I was 16. For the first time, my heart fluttered. I could feel blood rushing to my head, my face turned pink. There was a warm fuzzy feeling within me. What is this.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, and I’ve never felt anything this strong. And I’ve never felt this with him. He was all along just a friend. A nice guy, and a friend. But that day, at our school prom, it felt different. He felt different.

His smile looked nicer. The way he spoke, the way he asked if I was fine, the way he made sure to send me home safely. It was like I was completely in a trance, some kind of magic. How come I’ve never seen him this way?

And so, my feelings for him sparked. Day by day, it grew. Almost 8 years now, my heart still flutters when I hear someone speaking of him. And when I look at him, I just know. He is home.

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