Fall Head Over Heels in Love


Evan saw her medium-length deep brown hair, her beautiful brown eyes, and her genuine, toothy smile and he knew. He knew he could love her until the end of time. It was only a matter of how to get started.

Michelle was petite and absolutely stunning—the kind of girl that gets noticed everywhere she goes. Evan, not too shabby himself, was enthralled.

But he was also nervous. Approaching new people didn’t always come easily to him, and Michelle’s beauty certainly didn’t make it any easier. Despite his nerves, he knew he had to talk to her or he’d regret it his entire life.

Sadly, Evan didn’t realize his shoelace had become untied. His smooth approach was ruined in an instant as he tumbled head over heels towards Michelle.

Michelle immediately rushed to his side—however, she moved a little too quickly and she, too, tripped over her own two feet. As she tumbled onto the floor and landed next to Evan, she looked into his eyes and she knew. She knew she could love him until the end of time. It was only a matter of how to get started.

“Hi,” Michelle said, flashing her winning smile and tucking her hair behind her left ear.

“Hi,” Evan answered, smiling nervously and extending his hand. “I’m Evan.”

And that’s the story of how Evan and Michelle met and fell head over heels in love with each other.


One of These Things is Not Like the Others


It’s not like I’ve never been in a relationship—it’s just that I’ve never fallen for anyone quite so quickly. I’ve dated around plenty for someone my age, but I’ve always managed to get into bad relationships where there’s really no true love exchanged. I’ve been with guys who tell me I’m not funny and I should stop trying to be, but this new boy, he thinks I’m hilarious—and he has no problem telling me so. You’re my hero, he’ll text me when I say something particularly laugh-worthy. I’ve been with boys who force me to keep our relationship a secret, as if they’re ashamed to be with me. I can’t wait for you to meet my parents, they’re going to love you, he told me once. One of these things is not like the others.

Use her and lose her, hump her and dump her, get head then kick her out of bed. I’ve been with boys who’ve used these expressions as their guidelines for how to treat women. I can’t say I’m proud of those experiences, but this new boy isn’t like that. He doesn’t try to sext me or get naked pictures of me. He sends me drunken messages saying, I would love to take you on a date when you get back in town. He calls me bae and tells me how he can’t wait to date me. One of these things is not like the others.

He used to be in a fraternity, but he isn’t like the typical frat guy. He’s still a virgin and he’s never gotten head. I want my first time to be with you, he whispers to me when we’re out one night. I tell him I think it’s sweet that he’s waited for the right person when it would’ve been so easy to lose it to any girl at a frat party. He tells me he must’ve been waiting for me. One of these things is not like the others.

Things go great for a while, but all good things must come to an end. He suddenly cuts off all contact with me, blocks my number, and refuses to speak to me. Without any discernable reason, he just stops loving me. He doesn’t even have the guts to break up with me in person—or even through text message! I’ve never been broken up with in this way before, but I quickly learn it’s the most painful way to end a relationship. No answers, no closure. I can hardly believe I was so wrong about a person who I thought was so good and sweet and kind. I guess one of these things is not like the others.

On The Same Page

on the same page

I finally told him how I felt after all this time. We’d been seeing each other off-and-on for about six months, and I only just felt comfortable telling him that I really genuinely cared about him. I was careful not to do so too soon, as I’ve made that mistake in the past and it really doesn’t end well. Not in my experience, at least. The other thing I was careful not to do? Use that L-word. You know, that four letter word that people write songs and poems about, the one that everyone’s afraid to be the first to say, the one that means you care about the other person’s happiness more than you care about your own? Yeah, you know which word. Anyways, I didn’t use that word, though I certainly thought about how I could spend the rest of my life with him and be truly happy.

That’s all beside the point. The point is that I told him how I felt in a very casual, yet meaningful, way and I was extremely proud of myself for doing so because emotions are not something I’m generally in touch with. So there we were, standing on the porch under the stars, and I was filled with good feelings. Until he responded, that is.

“There’s something I’ve got to tell you,” he said, and my mind raced to think of all the different things he might need to tell me. Maybe he would tell me he had the greatest time with me? Or that he wanted to be with me exclusively, in a dating capacity? Or maybe that I was different and special, the way he did that first night we met? he felt the L-word towards me? Or maybe he’d tell me he felt the L-word towards me? I could barely contain myself as I stood there under the stars, his arms wrapped around my waist.

I looked up at him and said, “Go ahead, what’s on your mind?”

“There’s this other girl…” he trailed off.

He might’ve kept talking, but I couldn’t really focus on the words coming out of his mouth. I just stood there, smiling like an idiot and nodding along in agreement as if that’s exactly what I expected him to say. I did hear him say that he wasn’t interested in having a girlfriend, and that he liked me but there’d been other girls he’d seen while I was away at school. Girls—plural. That killed me. But I continued nodding and smiling and looking at the stars just beyond his head because looking at him directly was a little too difficult at that moment.

I’d been so wrong. But how had I been so wrong? I’d thought we were on the same page, but it turns out we weren’t even reading the same book.