Your mother wasn't the type to be affectionate. Like, at all. She doesn't eve pretend to love you, or at least like you.

It hurts, knowing your mother can't even bother to love you. And honestly it made you feel like you'd never find someone to love you.

You had friends, but that wasn't the type of love you wanted, you needed something more.

You were walking in the hallway, until you bumped into someone, making you fall to the floor, along with the person's book and notebook

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry..!", They say panicked, grabbing their stuff, and then holding their hand out to you.

You looked up at them, and you immediately felt your heart flutter, you have never felt anything like this before, it was overwhelming.

She was really pretty, it was hard to handle all of this at once, you weren't sure what to do with yourself. Her blue eyes, her freckles, her fidgety hands, her masculine build, her brownish-blonde shoulder-length hair... All of it was perfect.

Is this what love feels like...?