Love is strange. I never thought that love would be like this.

I always thought that when you met your soulmate, the "one", you would feel butterflies or .... something. A flutter in your chest, a longing to be with them. But no, it wasn't. Ha not at all. No, the first thought I had when I first met her was of pure...disgust. No really, she smelled horrible! I'm not even trying to be mean, she was covered in cow manure from our field trip when some jerk pushed her on the field into well .... that.

I helped her, brang her into the washroom and turned around for her to change. We talked a little but nothing much.

I never knew that I would soon be helplessly in love. To want to spend every hour of every day for my entire life with her. I felt like the king of the world just by holding her hand. But it wasn't like that, at least not at first.

I wouldn't exactly call this a love story, but it definetly was something... why is love so strange?
© Yoelle Martinolich