I knew I’d still want to be alone sometimes—I didn’t want to stay at the camp full time—but the difference was… I wanted to be alone with him. The intensity of my feelings was a little overwhelming. I’d never felt this strongly about anyone before. Like even when he was pissing me off, I wanted to grab his face and kiss him to shut him up. Was that normal? Was that how humans felt when they were in love? I had no idea.
