Being the one who never wants to disappoint or say no, I accepted.

I'm excited to give some of my time to others.

My business, that I own with my siblings, has taken off and given me more than I ever could have dreamed of.

Then the first day of class comes, and she walks in the room.

I notice her green eyes first and have to try my hardest not to stare during the entire lecture.

Despite how beautiful she is, and how drawn I feel to her, I know I can't cross that line. I'm the rule follower of the family.

But a couple of chance encounters lead to me getting to know her a bit more.

Now I feel my heart getting involved, and the strength I once thought I had, is fading.

With every touch, every look, every text, my control continues to slip.