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Nataja Keziah Mai learned about love by watching everyone else. She saw people rush into it, make promises they couldn't keep, and fall out of love just as fast as they fell in.
So, she told herself she'd be different.
Love should go as the river runs through it. It shouldn't be forced; it should be allowed to grow on its own.
Then she met him...
It didn't happen all at once.
She didn't feel like she was falling.
It came in tiny pieces.
Short talks that stayed in her head all night, looks that lasted a second too long, and jokes that made her laugh until she couldn't breathe.
"𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦."
But now that she's falling, she's scared.
She's giving him everything, but she wonders...
"𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺?"
"𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭?"
"𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸-𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺?"
She's learned that not every promise needs words to be felt. 𝘖𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.