Gravity

It wasn't willingly that he loved her. And it didn't start like most of love stories, he actually couldn't remember the start. Maybe it was when he first saw her? But that would be silly wouldn't it? How could he say that he fell in love when he was four? It would be something stupid wouldn't it? Toddlers do not fall in love. I might have been that awful day, the day he almost killed her, she was so brave, she shone so brightly, and ripped the door of his heart open, voicing publicly thoughts and feelings he had never even had the courage to acknowledge himself privately. But he was so full of anger back then, did it had space within him for love? He wasn't sure. And there was those three years that they took to get to know each other again, in which he became her teacher, but was him who learned so much from her. But when he thought of that time, he couldn't remember the exactly moment his heart became hers. Mostly it felt like it always belonged to her, but that couldn't be true either.

I wasn't willingly that he loved her. Sure, she had many qualities, but she was someone defined by how lacking she was. He, being a genius, was the opposite. While she struggled to reach the bare minimum, he was at the top effortlessly. How could he love someone who was apparently so inferior? Yes, she, unlike him, was highborn, but even their clan leader, her own father, would rather have him instead of the disgraced heiress. Yet, for someone who vailed pride and accomplishment as he did, he couldn't care less about any of that when he looked at her. She would never win a fight against him, but that wasn't what she was for, wasn't he meant to protect her after all? And she had many strengths that he would never have. When they talked, he realized that she saw reality very differently from him. Her world seamed bigger, brighter, and full of possibilities, very unlike his pragmatic universe, and that way of see things was a talent to, one that he didn't have.

Still it didn't feel like he loved her willingly, and it didn't make any sense no matter of how hard he thought about it. But what he knew was that to him, she was like the sun. Her pull irresistible, and it might be not willingly that he loved her, he might never know when or where it started or why her from all people, but he did love her, so much, and he couldn't do a thing about it, just let his heart be dragged by her gravity force.