CHARLOTTE
I watched as my brother walked to his room and locked the door behind him.
A heavy sigh escaped through my lips as I leaned back into the couch. The weight of everything that just happened to me, and now my brother, pressed down on me.
People lied when they said love was beautiful.
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration.
Maybe it was ineeded beautiful, but what they never told people like us, what they failed to warn us about was that falling in love came with a long and extensive list of downsides.
Love was a messy affair. It wasn't just a feeling. No, love was much more than that. It was a constant and unending dance of exposing your self in the most raw, bare and vulnerable self.
You open yourself up to that one person you chose, trusting them to see all of you and choose to love you in return.
Vulnerability.
Love made one the most vulnerable self they would ever be.