I never thought a simple crush would grow to be more. It wasn't much, but I always believed a small root, given the right conditions, would grow to become a beautiful tree.

Really all it took was time, and a lot of slightly crying, and punching myself in the face out of embarrassment, and trying hard to keep it all hidden in front of her. I gave my heart, and she held it for weeks. I regretted a lot, about how I shouldn't be making her go through this, how I should have just said it to her in person instead of through a book-reading site like Wattpad, but my shyness led to a lot of things. I didn't get a word out of her, just trying to act out my life within a barrier of emotion. Emily was acting pretty hard to get, I assumed, but when she told me she loved me, I never cared.

It took a month, a month of slight suffering, of wondering if my love was true, and of hiding my emotions. It was the first time I fell in love and I didn't want to make it my first heartbreak. It took me days to realise I didn't lust for her or wanted her for any plans. I thought it was true love, I only wanted to make her happy.

Emily and I always met at school, among friends at least, and with my shyness, that meant I eventually mixed in to their group. I became one of them, friends with her friends, and one even became a best buddy (despite a few laughable fights). We were a secluded "couple" then, her parents didn't know and neither did mine. In fact, noone did apart from us. With friends we were no more than such, but alone we were quite a weird couple as I tried to be as helpful as I could, not that it was much... Wattpad was our way of communication, despite being a book reading place, but we were both writers in our own way and we were also helping each other so I felt like it was slightly justified. That and because I really didn't have any other way to talk to her.