The person you loved had soft black curls and steel grey eyes, bordering on black. He was lean, tall, brooding, silent, he gave nothing away. A stark contrast to your older brother Robb. You were only a year younger than him. You knew that it was wrong of you to do so. It was a horrible thing for you to love him. It would have been easier if you had fallen for the other boys. But you hadn't.
You've lived with those feelings for years. Probably since you were capable of understanding what love was.