I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
Or if you become aware that someone knows the little details about you—someone knows your quirks, your fears, your secrets. Once you’ve made yourself bare to someone, you’re tied to them, until you decide to sever that tie; that’s what makes it hurt when things fall apart, even unintentionally. Because it means someone, somewhere, knows a part of you that you keep hidden—and you don’t know what they’ll do with it. If they remember it at all.
(Source: mols, via jean-louisefinch)
