She can’t explain it. She looks at him and just feels significant. His existence made her, significant. She wasn’t depending on him for a meaning of life. She only wanted to feel that in some way, she meant something to someone. That significance he gave her was all that mattered. What people thought of her existence didn’t matter anymore. Because when she was with him, she felt tangible.
"Will you be my girlfriend." Her chest felt hot with the burning sensation that only his words could cause. She sat speechless not sure if she heard right. She did.
The way she looked at him was a mix of wonder, admiration, affection, lust, but most of all passion. Behind those eyes, however, was also fear. Fear that her feelings will be in vain. Fear that he will want someone better. She was afraid of being attached. She didn’t want to have these feelings in the first place, but she soon found out that you can’t control your feelings, and you can’t control how you feel towards someone. And as much as she hated to admit, gravity doesnt favor anyone, when you fall, you fall.