[ WP ] '' Head over heels ''

For the longest time, I promised myself I ’ d never fall in love—not completely. The idea of being completely vulnerable, completely open, heart on the line, kind of love, terrified me. And I didn ’ t really believe in love. 
 I said I ’ d never let a boy hold me. I ’ d never let myself be wrapped up in his arms. I told myself I wasn ’ t a touchy person when it came to romance. That is grossed me out. 
 And the idea of someone loving my flaws never occurred to me. Someone knowing this story I ’ ve held in my heart, and still looking me in the eyes, loving and wanting me. To be honest, I don ’ t even know why he loves me, I ’ m a very broken person, but the fact that he does, just makes me fall for him even more. 
 It ’ s a terrible feeling really—being in love that is. Well, not terrible, but it hurts. It ’ s the painful mix of happiness and sadness. My heart hurts a lot. Because of course I fell in love with a boy who lives what feels like, a million miles away. 

