I'm Not Going To Write You A Love Song.

But isn't it funny how fate plays out?

One day you meet a person. You say hi, they say hi.

You observe them- how they look, how they talk, how they act.

You see them every now and then,

You build an opinion of them.

A neutral one,

You don't even know them.

But one day something changes.

Why are you searching for them in a crowd of people?

Why do you feel shy around them? Why do you feel like you must look especially lovely?

How come suddenly you want to talk to them, more than you cared to before?

Sooner or later you admit to yourself the answer to all of these questions.

Don't kid yourself, it's because you like them. That neutral opinion is gone. You fancy them, don't lie.

Things don't play out the way you would like them to, though.

Things happen and you realise they're not mirroring your feelings. It's a little sad, but you move on.

Or do you?

There are other people. Other boys.

You meet, you talk, you flirt and you think that maybe you like someone new now.

So then why does your mind keep reminding you of the first one? Why does something feel unfinished? You brush it off.

It's a meaningless thought. Right?

Wrong.

But you keep meeting people. You make new friends, one friend that stands out from the rest. He's like your other half- you have everything in common and you never tire of each other.

He's incredible,

And the new friendship is wonderful, and you think maybe this one is right.

But he's not the first boy;

And that makes all the difference.

And fate knew that.

Because lo and behold, he finds his way back into your life.

And those feelings? The ones you tried to move on from? The ones your mind kept reminding you of?

They're back.

But now you're confused- the friend or the first boy?

You won't kid yourself, you're too foolish and confused to sort it out yourself so you pray for some help.

But all the while, those peculiar feelings for that lovely friend begin to fade and those for the first boy come back even stronger. He's really got a hold on you.

Maybe this is a sign. You were given help in the form of a sign, and soon there's no denying it.

That friend? He's great. He's fun and lovable and you have plenty in common.

But the first boy makes your heart race and your stomach do peculiar things.

You realise that friend is a friend and you can never think of him as anything more. Those feelings have vanished.

And the first boy steals your heart.

So he's here in your life again and months pass;

And you only get happier.

You notice things about him- little quirks, habits-

And wonder if he's noticed yours.

One day you realise that you're so very comfortable with him;

You're happy for him to know your flaws and see you at your worst.

How is that?

When things go wrong, it's him you want.

He can make you smile without trying.

Magic.

One day you realise a lot of different things all at once.

You realise he's the only person in the world who makes you feel like this.

You realise the months you've spent with him have been some of the greatest of your life.

You realise how content and blissful you feel, lying in his arms.

You realise how lucky you are to have him, and how blessed you are.

You realise how empty you'd feel without him, which makes you realise you don't ever want to lose him. You want him around because you know you need him around.

And eventually, you realise you've fallen for him.

Well and truly. Completely. Totally. Undeniably.

Isn't it funny how fate plays out?