He’s known you for a few years now. Ever since Middle school, in fact. You’re so sweet, his teeth feels like rotting, it’s like you’re straight up sugar. He hated it at first, thought it was gross and disgusting, but now he can’t get enough of what you have to offer.

He seeks you out in every room he enters, always searching if you were also there and looking for him as much as he was looking for you. Before he knew it, he went wherever you went. If you went to the park, he’d make sure to walk by there so you would strike up a conversation with him. You’re always so kind to him, it makes him want to reach out his hand and hold your face. He wants to hold your hand. He wants to be closer to you.

This feeling is like the adrenaline he feels whenever he fights, but it’s still different. It’s a different type of exhilaration that’s unfamiliar and he can’t think of why. Now he gets it.

All it takes for him to understand the feeling is when he sees you smiling at him so sweetly, like he was the best thing in your life did he realize—love.

This is what love feels like. Dammit. He feels like an idiot. He’ll stay in denial for a little longer.