i wish i could explain this in a way to make you understand my side of this story. i didn't plan to fall in love. it comes out of nowhere like an earthquake. it splits the land under you in two and sends you hurtling down the massive crevice. i didn't want to fall for someone i can't even bring home to my family. i hate the sneaking around and the lying, i hate deleting all of his messages and not taking pictures with him, i hate not holding his hand walking down the street but dear god, the way he feels, his hands around my waist and lips grazing mine, makes me forget my own name. his scent is fucking intoxicating and sends me tumbling even faster down the rift. i'm sorry i couldn't fall for someone else. maybe my heart is just too soft, and maybe this is a mistake, but he keeps me sane and he keeps me happy. i thought i was going to fall in love with a nice doctor or lawyer like my mother wanted, someone i could have a future with, but i've fallen for the one person who i have to keep a secret.