I have fallen in love just as quickly as I dreamed I never would. The pure idea of love scares me more than anything in the world and I swore to loathe it for eternity. Yet, here I am, breaking into pieces from the very love I hate.
All my life I’ve read stories of those people who love at first sight, giving up their entire lives and all their hopes and dreams for someone else all in the name of “love.” It was such a fairytale, such a fantasy that one could only believe it was something of stories. True, pure, love is unattainable and a fallacy; no more true than Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Love does not and cannot exist; especially love at first glance. For how could one know someone’s heart so quickly? Surely they cannot. You cannot know one’s heart by looking in their eyes, you cannot know their soul by one touch.
But here I am. The epitome of all I hate. My heart has not resumed a regular pattern since I first saw his eyes. And since his first touch my stomach has been a flight with butterflies. “I’ve only just met him!” I declare to myself. My head aching for my heart to listen, but my heart takes no notice. It pants, it longs, it loves. Against all wishes, it loves. It loves the boy with dark chocolate eyes and tan skin and beautiful brown hair. It loves the family, so easily accepting of the outsider.
My soul is torn between my head and my heart. “It cannot exist! You mustn’t let yourself believe!” My head screams. “Just once trust that something good can happen! Love cannot just be of myth!” My heart yells in return. All the while my body is in constant sickness with something that has never been felt before. I only wish to scream to the world:
I love him!
Julianna May 
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