Author's Note: Crying because my last Everything Has Changed doc is gone...sob...

Day One-Hundred Seven: The Only Exception by Paramore

I never really believed in love. I never really talked about it. I never wrote about it.

I suppose my disillusion with the concept of love started when I was much younger. My father broke his heart chasing after someone who did not exist. That was what my mother told me. She never let herself forget that he didn't really love her. I never knew what love looked like. I was never exposed to it.

I was convinced it didn't exist. No exceptions.

Until I met an exception. He was the only exception to that rule of never loving anyone since love didn't exist.

You know how there's always a rule-breaker? No matter what the rule is? Up until I had met him, I was convinced there was no rule-breaker for this one certain rule that love wasn't real.

His love, I guess, came at a time when I least expected it. Maybe I always knew that one day, I would find one person who changed my view on anything, but I never expected it. I certainly never sat around and waited for that person to come along. I learned how to keep people at arms' length. I always felt as though it was…comfortable. It wasn't ideal. In another life, things would be more open, but I was fine with the way I was living. I made no effort to change it. I had truly believed I was happy with living that kind of life. Nothing was really ever worth putting my proverbial heart on the line.

But he was.

Nothing ever in my entire life prepared me for what I was about to face.

Love.

Nobody ever told you how you were supposed to react. No one ever told you what it felt like. No one ever told you what the right thing to do was. You had to figure that out on your own.

It must sound like I'm preaching about how love changes everything, including your outlook on everything you think you know. But it's not. I'm not sure. Who really knows anything about love? I thought I knew about it—I thought it was evil, and led to contempt and hatred, or maybe it didn't exist at all—and I thought that I had a grip on reality and I was a pragmatist, but maybe I was wrong.

Love didn't make sense. That was what I realized. Me being in love totally went against my pragmatic thinking.

But yet, I was in love.

What's more was that I was ready to hand myself over to a guy I was supposedly "in love" with. Though I wasn't sure about my own opinion on love, I couldn't let go of whatever feelings I had for him. That would truly be stupid.

I knew one day it would all be over, whether it be through death or salacious betrayal—after all, I was still a bit of a pragmatist. But I felt like I needed reaffirmation that this was real and not a figment of my imagination.

"Do you love me?"

It was silent for a moment. I didn't know whether to hurt or feel nothing at all.

"Of course, I do. But I thought you didn't believe love," he answered with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I…I don't, but…" I trailed off. "I think I'm starting to."

I finally looked him in the eyes—beautiful blue eyes—for what felt like the first time. Of course, I'd looked at him several times before. But this was the first time I was seeing him with my eyes wide open. This was the first time I was fully realizing how he was the only rule breaker to my very first rule:

Don't fall in love.

But I was falling anyway.

sarahschneider2012: Agreed. Spoby proposals are the bestest. I don't even care that that's not a word. I think we've got a chance, since there's supposedly a time jump to after college. Who knows? Perhaps they'll even be married by the end of the series.

AL3110: Aww that is like sweeter than chocolate cheesecake. I'm bringing you to Junior's when we meet. It's amazing. And did you tell your dad about Book of Mormon?

AussieMizz:I kind of came up with one. Well, I kind of BSed it. I don't think either are abusive, either. I don't think people understand "abusive". I wish I was dancing...but I'm going to my best friend's dance recital, so that should be fun. She's in a competition team. I think she's jazz large group. That sounds...interesting. I think. Yeah, you evil girl. Go buy that kid an ice cream.

LittleBittyAbby:I don't know. Obviously, Toby is not abusive. Wow. Then again, idk what imaginative writing really means since to me, all writing is pretty imaginative. I'm horrible at persuasive writing. But you're a good writer, so I'm sure your overall grade is good :)

Sarah:Spoby was just precious in the latest episode. No, don't try champagne. When I get older, maybe I'll try pink champagne. And I hate the smell of tequila, which confuses my uncle because I'm Mexican. Oops.

Well, I'm off to the races. JK, just my friend's dance recital. It should be cool. And I'm learning Broadway Baby, the song. It's fun.

The next one is I Never Told You by Colbie Caillat.

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