I was in love once, a long time ago when I still wore a white apron over that puffy green dress. The one I loved left and never returned, and it was hard to move on even though I was just a child. Now Ludwig is in my life and I never thought I'd stop being scared of the tall German man with the loud voice and scary eyes. He was terrifying towering over me, barking commands. Now something has changed, but I don't think he knows it.
The way I feel about him has changed.
I'm not afraid to look him in the eye anymore, even though he is a lot taller. When he wakes up at that ridiculously early time in the morning, sometimes I get up long enough to make us both breakfast before crawling back to bed. Even though I like making pasta, I find myself making things he likes too, which makes him smile. When Ludwig smiles the world lights up. I've actually been trying to work harder in training because I like the way he says "sehr gut" when I manage to finish all of my push-ups. He was the stoniest person I had ever met in my life, and I didn't think he had the ability to be cheerful. He does, though, when the day is done all his work is complete. He'll protect and support me no matter what happens…
There's no way I love him. Me, love an intimidating, bossy man with no sense of fun? There's no way that's possible. However, it is. It's because he has the most captivating eyes that his blonde hair falls over when he wakes up in the morning that see deeper than what is on the surface. It's because he tolerates my pasta and tomato obsession to the point he even helps me clean up the mess I tend to make of his kitchen. But there's no way to tell him that. Even though I think I love him, there's no way he could ever love a person like me.
I'll never tell him. He'll never, ever know.