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Diary of Marinette Dupain-Cheng
January 2, 2018
The thing that no one will tell you about love is that it does not look the same your whole life. Back in lycee, I would have sworn up and down that I was in love with Adrien Agreste. And I was! Oh boy, was I in love! I couldn't go 2 hours without something reminding me of that sweet, cinnamon-roll boy. The color of the sky was the color of that scarf I slaved over for Adrien! Was that man that just passed wearing Adrien the fragrance? Wow, Adrien would love that meme, I have got to send it to Alya to send to Nino to send to Adrien… High schoolers are a different breed, alright.
I’ve loved a couple other people over the years the way I loved Adrien back in lycee. I’m not talking “best friend love”, like I had for Alya. Like I have for Morgan and Cassidy. I’m talking love-love. And yes, I do believe you can love-love even as a teenager. Don’t be pedantic.
There was Luka, who I went on a few dates with. That was a crush. Back then, that was love.
I loved Peter, my first college boyfriend. We dated for a couple months, but when our classes no longer lined up, we parted ways pretty quickly.
I love Hugh Jackman. The Greatest Showman… I may never move on.
And… I still love Adrien Agreste. But that love looks nothing like it did when we were fifteen. He and I can have normal conversations without me choking on my own words. I don’t obsessively make him gifts for every. Single. Occasion. (although the day I stop making birthday presents for the people closest to me will be the day Hell freezes over O.o eeeeh sorry for cussing Diary. Forgive me). But every night we spend talking on the phone until an ungodly hour, or I see him wrinkle his nose about politics, or he makes an Instagram post about eating vegan, my heart melts. I understand Adrien. In a way that I don’t think many people do. I know him- wayyy better than I did in lycee! And I will probably always love him, even if one day we each end up with different people.
This kind of love feels much different from a school-girl crush. This kind of love is the kind you feel deep in your bones. The kind that makes your heart ache like it will burst… The kind of love that really makes you believe you can die of a broken heart.
Why am I even rambling about this? I don’t know… Gosh, I love Adrien. Oh, right. He gave me a kiss on the cheek yesterday and it felt like I was 5 years younger. He simply doe not know the effect he has on people.
I need to get started on homework.
Bye for now,
Mari