Falling in Love is Scary AF

For years I believed that I will never fall in love. I love to joke about it and proudly tell my friends that falling in love is just not for me. I didn’t say it because I wanted to sound cool or because I was hurt before (actually, an ex did double-time me but it’s not enough reason for me to be that bitter), it was just that I did not believe that I had the capacity for romantic love at all. Actually, I don’t think I have it in me to actually love someone even if it is in the familial or friendly way. My version of love is more like a ‘care’ instead.

With that said, I think it’s fairly obvious that I’ve never fallen in love. I have seen friends get really high and euphoric because of love. I’ve seen friends achieve many great things because of love; and I have seen friends cry and get depressed because of love. I was not too hyped about love although I admit that there are times when I wished I can be just like other girls who easily do so. I am dearly curious as to what it’s like. I’ve asked others what it’s like to be in love and they all tell me the same thing, “happiness”. Well I guess that is pretty understandable seeing that a relationship is composed of two people to make it work. But it makes me really wonder though. I’ve had crushes before so I know how giddiness feels like and I’ve been into two relationships before but I don’t think that I’ve reached the same level of happiness as my friends did. I admit I was, am, lonely.

Well, that changed a couple of weeks ago.

There’s this man. This young man with his sun-kissed skin, warm brown eyes, black unruly hair, a fun and out-going personality, a gentleman with the right mix of naughtiness, and a drop-dead gorgeous smile. He’s also very driven, selfless to the point of abusing himself, kind, very respectful, capable, has a one-track mind, and is actually really sensitive despite his bravado. He is everything I am not and maybe it’s why I started falling for him.

At first I did not mind it because I thought it was just going to be a normal crush. Then a week passed and I thought, “Nah, this is just an infatuation.”. Another week passed and I got to know him a bit deeper then I thought, “Shit. I think I’m falling in love.”. Never before have I felt that powerful urge to run my fingers through his messy hair, to kiss him most especially when he gives me that shy smile, hug him just because, and to simply be by his side just because he makes my day infinitely better.

These urges scare me. They scare me because it made me realize that I no longer have a complete control on what I feel. It scares me because my heart is now out in the open, vulnerable to rejection. I am so scared that it makes me want to cry. I used to keep telling my family and friends that I won’t look for love because when the time is right, love will find me; and guess what? It fucking did. My friends laughed and told me to just accept my fate and enjoy being in love. They told me not to stop it or else it’ll become worse. But that’s just the thing. I don’t want to give it room to grow; I just want it to stop.

I’ve mentioned that I was able to get to know him better and this means I know about a personal issue that he has. He has issues. I have issues. Everyone has issues. But knowing what it is, I believe that I am not the right person that would help him soothe that pain. I don’t plan to be his savior. What I do want to be, is to be his comfort and solace when shit gets real; and I know I can’t be that person.

Even if I wish to be with him, I can’t. He has dreams and I won’t hold him back. I’ll just let myself be that friend who’ll support him wherever he is happy. However, if by the time graduation (I’m in college, folks) comes and what I feel does not, in anyway, disappears, then I’ll tell him. I want to come clean before we part ways. I have it all planned out: I’d get him alone then tell him straight out what I feel. I’ll tell him that I don’t expect him to answer or anything and all that jazz, and then walk away. Just like the dramatic bitch I actually am.

Falling in love is fucking scary but once love gets you, there’s no turning back.

How was your first love?

-Quennie

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