ch-1: maybe i'm in love idk

chapter 1

maybe i'm in love idk

Mindy’s POV

I am not exactly sure WHEN it is that I fell for her, all I know is I have. Really, really hard. I mean, how could I not. She looks angelic. Was and is the sweetest ever. And I cant really put a finger on when it happened, but  god am I in love. The type where each new notification of her text sends goosebumps of anticipation down my spine. The type where each mention of her name makes me feel lightheaded. The type when I would find myself reading through our conversations, over and over again. I'm not entirely sure if a person could possibly BE that lovesick before even meeting a person. But guess what, I had. And that sucked. Bad.

                                                                        23:10, Saturday





 


 
I mean, we were finally meeting after MONTHS of endless texting. I mean my heart did sink a little. Kid. She really DID see me as her… sister. I mean I don’t blame her. I have listened to her weep like a baby, helped her through her most vulnerable nights, shared dreams of fantasy celebs , fangirled, basically EVERYTHING that sisters would possibly do. We even had names for each other. We started from being strangers (accidental DM haha), to knowing every secret of one another. Never had I met another person on the internet whom I could connect to that deeply. And I couldn’t be more thankful for it.

I still remember the accidental text I sent her. She posted something about One Direction, I OBVIOUSLY had to react, and before I could unsend the text, there she was, with a reply. And it HAD to be a GODDAMN heart. Damnit Instagram.

                                                                           

 19:20, Sunday

 


We started fangirling over basically everyone and it took us not more than an hour to realize that we were REALLY similar. Like, dangerously similar. The similar that basically red flags, warning: heart in danger ahead. Well my dumbass scraped the warning off and we kept talking. For nights together. Ooh y'all are wondering what her name is. Its Riadne, the ‘her’ of my story. And she was the most beautiful ‘her’ I had ever met.

 


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