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Ways I Show a Character is In Love But Doesn't Know It Yet...
This one’s for the emotional masochists writing the slowest of burns, where your readers are screaming “just kiss already!” by chapter twenty... I Love and Hate you... ♥
They compare everyone else to the person… and everyone else comes up short. Even when they’re not consciously doing it. No one’s laugh is as warm. No one’s eyes crinkle that way.
They remember the weirdest little things about them. Birthdays? Whatever. But that time they snorted laughing at a dumb joke? Locked and loaded.
They feel weirdly guilty when flirting with someone else. Like they’re cheating… except they’re not even dating. Or are they? Or—ugh, feelings are the worst.
They notice every damn detail when the other person isn’t around. "They’d like this song." "This smells like their shampoo." "I wonder what they'd say about this weird squirrel."
They use weird, overly specific compliments. Not “You look good,” but “That color makes your eyes look like a storm in a novel I’d cry over.”
They get weirdly intense about that person being hurt or in danger. Like, irrationally intense. "He’s just a friend," they say while planning to murder anyone who makes them cry.
They feel safer around them than anyone else, and it freaks them out. Like: “I’m always on guard. Except with you. That’s... suspicious.”
"Some days, I don’t even like myself. But you, you look at me like I’m worth loving."
"I act like I’m fine, but if you left, I don’t think I’d recover."
"Loving me isn’t easy, I know that. But I swear, I love you in a way no one else ever will."
"I don’t need you to fix me. Just sit with me in the dark until I can find the light."
"You make me feel seen in a way that scares the hell out of me."
"I’m terrified of losing you, but even more terrified of never telling you how much you mean to me."
You’ll rewrite it later anyway, so stop staring at the blank page like it owes you money. Just start.