Head over heels...

 Hey, it's Lenna again. I am suddenly so active! I guess Tumblr really was never enough, I feel like I can get more personal here... So I will, once again, but this time over a boy I will call Ethan (not his real name, I don't think I can get that personal).

So, let's get started. The moment our paths first crossed, I could sense something different about him. With his brooding gaze, smiles aimed at me and magnetic presence, he draws me in like a moth to a flame. Every word he speaks, every gesture he makes, is like small explosions in me. I didn't think this was possible, but love is like that...? He always sits next to me when we meet, and has started hugging me each time we meet. His hair is black, eyes dark brown and he follows me on Instagram. Yet, despite the undeniable pull I feel towards him, I know that our love can never be. Mom says she likes him, but there is this one problem...

He was born in 2005, and me in 2009. It's like a boundary that cannot allow us to become closer than we are, meeting once or twice a week for leisure activities and holding hands. He is genuinley interested in me, and has sought me out to talk to me since we first met. I remember when we were fooling around and I lent him my eyeliner and ended up drawing it on him. With my hands on his face we both laughed. Like, what? Those moments are all I need to keep me up in times like these...

Because amidst the turmoil and uncertainty, the lost people and the scars that will never fade there are moments of fleeting intimacy—moments when he holds me in his arms, his embrace a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. In those stolen moments, we are close, our hearts beating in synchrony, and for a brief, fleeting instant, it feels as though we are the only two souls in the universe.

But reality always comes crashing back, reminding me of the chasm that separates us—a chasm that can never be bridged. And so, I am left to grapple with the bittersweet agony of unrequited love, yearning for a connection that can never be fully realized.

As I sit here, pouring my heart out onto my blog under my web name Lenna Nymphet, I am reminded of the immortal words of Emily Bronte: "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." And though our love may be forbidden, it burns with a fervor that cannot be extinguished—a flame that will endure against all odds.

For in the arms of Ethan, I have found solace, passion, and a love that transcends the boundaries of time and space. And though our paths may never converge, I will carry the memory of our fleeting moments together in my heart forever. 

Until next time, love, Lenna