I was always under the impression that it took forever for you to start to develop real feelings for someone. That's how my past relationships were. We dated because we were interested, but those moments that really pulled on the heartstrings just didn't happen until a few month later. That's how I thought it was. I thought those movies where people had feelings at the first meeting were completely unrealistic. I was completely wrong.

I met him and immediately I felt something. My face was hot. My heart started racing and I immediately became so self conscious of everything that I did. Every time he smiled or chuckled I stopped breathing. That first day, I could hardly look at him. He hardly looked at me either. He just smiled and snuck glances at me whenever he thought I wouldn't notice. Were we nineteen or nine? He wasn't like anything I imagined from the confident texts he'd sent.

I later found out that he was interested in me too and that's where the story starts. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other. We tried to learn all we could about each other when we had time to really have conversations. All during this I felt the butterflies and mini heart attacks that I've only read about in books. I'd had boyfriends before, but it just never felt like this.

You would think that this was great. I met someone that I was totally and utterly into, but really I found all of this kind of terrifying. I had just met this guy in person a few weeks ago and I was already feeling so many emotions... this was so unlike me.

I'm the logical type. I'm the type to always calculate my moves. I never rush into things. I didn't take risks; I never did. I thought that taking risks when it came to love interests were only for the movies. In real life they were just stupid. That was until I dove head first into this relationship, or whatever it was. There was no title. We were just being and letting the feelings flow.

It was scary and exhilarating at the same time. I had never felt or experienced something like it before. I actually felt like I was in a movie. As cheesy as it sounds I was on cloud nine. It felt like it was only up from here while my heart started to fall closer and closer into his hands.

That was until I fell off the cloud and my heart shattered into ten million pieces. Everything was just moving so fast. He wasn't ready for a relationship.

I sat there alone with my thoughts and my emotions. All these feelings that I developed just left in me and there's nothing I can do about it. I remember his kiss, his touch, his laugh, and just the little details that I absorbed and started to love.

So I thought... did I just fall in love way too fast? Is that a thing? Maybe?

Well I will argue that I wasn't in love but there were a lot of feelings there. I cared a lot about him. I wanted the best for him. Being in his company brightened my whole entire day. He checked up on me everyday and I did the same. We were just both there for each other and I think that's so important.

It just moved too fast FOR US. I'm not a love guru. I'm not a pick up artist. Nor do I personally think that there is a certain amount of time it takes to properly fall in love. It was just too fast for us and I'm glad he said something. It hurt and there were tears of course, but he was honest with me and how could I be upset with that?

I leave you with this: Feel what you want, but know what pace works for the both of you. Don't just let yourself free fall. Always pause and really evaluate how things are going along the way.