10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

by Emmy Sanders

Fuck. This man. I barely know him, and I’m already wondering what kind of fence he’d like around his backyard. White picket?

“He’s like… If niceness were a man,” I say. “His eyes are warm like brownies. And he’s all muscly in a kinda soft way? Like a loaf of challah. Add some chocolate sprinkles on top for his hair, and there you have it.”

I can definitely take things slow. I have a month to prove to Brad he should be mine.

I think this whole queer-awakening thing is going smashingly.

I want to know every single piece of him, top to bottom, inside and out. I want to spend my life learning who he is. Falling, again and again, in small swoops and in large ones.

Emotional support cuddle-bro for the win.