Falling in love is a seriously flawed phrase. If we fell in love, it means that we're being trapped. Contained. Cornered by our own slip-ups. I haven't fallen in love; I've slipped into love.
I don't know his name. I don't know where he's from, if he's even real. But every day, he's there drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. My heart does a little flip, and my mouth goes dry. My hands shake, and all I want to say is "Hi. How's it going?"
Hormones are awful; brain chemicals truly mess with you.
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