That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.
She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.
You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.
Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.
You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?