pens_n_perceiving
We grew up together. A far related family, same gatherings, same memories. He teased me, annoyed me, acted like he was too busy to even play with me. As the years passed, we barely spoke just a forced "hi" here and there, nothing more. I didn't like him, I didn't think about him, and I definitely never imagined he would mean anything to me.
But sometimes, love doesn't arrive with fireworks. Sometimes, it hides quietly in the people you've known all your life. It waits. It lingers. It stays unseen until one day, you finally open your eyes.