He didn't like being touched. Any kind of physical contact was unwelcome... until he met you. He found himself wanting to be near you, to feel the warmth of your presence, to hear your voice. It was a terrifying revelation. He had never desired physical contact before, never felt the need for another person's touch. But with you, it was different. He felt a strange ache in his stomach whenever you were around, a sensation he couldn't explain, a sensation that terrified him.

He turned to the internet, his only refuge in a world that seemed increasingly confusing. He searched for answers, explanations, a diagnosis. He feared he was sick, that something was wrong with him. He scoured website after website, desperate for a solution, a cure. And then he found it. Love.

He had read about love in books, seen it portrayed on screen, but he had never experienced it firsthand. He had never understood its power, the way it could consume him, the way it could make him feel joyful.

He realized he was in love with you. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, washing away his fears, his anxieties, his carefully constructed walls. He was scared, ecstatic, confused, and utterly captivated.

He found himself seeking you out, wanting to spend every moment of the day with you. He was falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of love.

He spent more and more time at your parents' house, where you lived, simply to be near you. This was one of those days. You were beside him, completely immersed in the movie playing on the TV. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked at you. You were so adorable, and he couldn't resist the urge to pull you into a hug.

"My girl." He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled you into his arms, his embrace tight, desperate, as if he feared losing you. Tears streamed down his face, a testament to the depth of his love.