Except it was, in more ways than one. I think I’m beginning to trust Adrian, which means this innocent little crush is blossoming quickly into something I’ve never had. The urge to guard my heart from any pain is fierce, but I also don’t want to regret never opening myself up. Maybe falling for Adrian is going to get me hurt, but at least the scar on my heart will be one I chose instead of one someone foisted upon me. If it all goes down in flames, I’ll know I walked into the fire willingly. That choice alone is more than I’ve ever been given in life.
