It wasn't the good love. The kind that awakens the soul and creates two better people. It was more like a force. A force so strong, she can't even remember what her night thoughts were about before it entered her life.
First was infatuation, it's hard to say where that came from. Maybe because he was older and knew things, and the secret music. Then was respect, because he talked to her about these big, real things with biting insight that strangely brought clarity to her world. And then was this stupid, stupid love. Maybe because he made her feel like she somehow mattered in this huge place, and that's all someone needs at fifteen.
She fell in a way so paralyzing, in a way only a girl at the most impressionable age can fall. It happened to her whole being and from then on she was living with one goal: to become someone he respected... and maybe even was proud of.
I'd like to report that the goal has shifted and she is satisfied with her own satisfaction, which ninety-nine percent of the time she is. But I know once in a while, in crazy-girl times of uncertainty, she wanders off the path, looking still, for his guidance.
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