Dedications

Aeipathy: an enduring and consuming passion.

To be loved; to be in love.
The difference is there, even at its slightest.

He never meant to fall in love with her, not even a little bit, not even at all.
She was just a girl he saw once night, alone, she seemed scared and vulnerable, yet still completely vibrant and alive the same.

His mind was dizzy, hazy, messed up and twisted around inside his skull.
Like it had been taken away from him, thrown into a blender, and then given back.
He couldn't put two and two together, only her.
He knew it was her.
Everyone told him he was crazy, but he knew they were wrong.

He fell in love just as quickly as the sun came up and went back down at night, it was like an otherworldly feeling for him.

Love comes from the strangest places.
At least, that's what everyone says, right?

Maybe that's what happened to him, to them, both at the same time, and all at once.