Asya Lavrinovich. Dislike of the Gray-Eyed King (№ 464695)

How do people fall in love? Immediately or gradually? It seems that I didn’t even notice how this happened to me again. Love, like the approaching New Year, rushes towards me like a terrible white avalanche. And I, despite past failures, don’t even try to resist, hoping that now everything can be different. And why try when everything is in vain. I'm scared, I'm in a panic, but why should I fight the elements - real feelings, the snowy ninth wave? All that remains is to accept it.