Unknown

This thing I am feeling is, to me, unknown. Yet I think its name is love. But how can I be sure when it has deceived me before? Should I ask her if it’s okay to feel this way or should I keep it to myself? Not sure what to do, I start crying. I cry, not because of how I feel, but because I don’t know why I feel this way. It’s just like in Cinderella. Christopher asks his mystery girl (a.k.a. Cinderella) why he feels like she is the only kind of girl he could ever love. And guess what, they end up getting married! I hope that someday I will get my fairy tale ending. But, for now, I think I will just stay unknown.