My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve didn't believe it for a moment. She knew what crushes were. This was a crush. She was quiet for a moment, watching as her friend struggled to wrap her head around this and finally she took a breath. "Seren, love, crushes aren't based on much. You like him. He obviously makes you feel something. Even if you don't know what that something is." She began gently, reaching out to rub her arm lightly, giving it a gentle squeeze. "The thing is... You don't have to know how to do it. I know that it's scary and that you haven't had a lot of time to figure it out, but this just comes naturally. Even if it doesn't seem that way."
Her smile was soft and reassuring, hoping that her words brought her friend at least some comfort, but she would understand if they didn't. "The thing to remember is that you ultimately decide where this goes. The pace it happens at. If anything happens at all. It's your choice."
Her smile was soft and reassuring, hoping that her words brought her friend at least some comfort, but she would understand if they didn't. "The thing to remember is that you ultimately decide where this goes. The pace it happens at. If anything happens at all. It's your choice."
Maeve
