Love at First Site
I remember the first time I saw him. He was really cute and really outgoing. Really funny and he talked a lot. We were both outside of a room competing against one another. He was cute and weird and I wanted nothing and everything to do with him. We became best friends in that same day. We exchanged numbers and went back to our lives. I called him everyday but he was never home and his mom would answer and tell me not to call. So I gave up and I was very very sad. I never forgot about him but I waited for the next year.
The next year he was there. And we reconnected and talked. We would talk each and every night. And because of him I went to his high school. He was my best friend and I always made decisions with him in mind since as long as I can remember.
I went to his high school and we would go to the mall. I bought him enough shirts so that he wouldn’t ever repeat a shirt. I was in love. We started dating my freshman year. And then my senior year we were torn apart. And once again when e left my life I was sad. Like that time he left in seventh grade when I barely knew him. I was sad then and sad again. So sad I tried to take my life. And when I did he came back and we were in love.
I decided to go to his college like I decided to go to his high school. It was for us. I remember dreaming of growing old together. I remember looking back at the first time I saw him and realizing what love felt like. Remembering our photo shoots in the hotel taking random pictures. And remembering that I wanted to marry and grow old with him. And then we broke up. And things were bad. Then things got worse. I kept making decisions with him in mind but it didn’t work anymore. I kept buying him things but that didn’t work anymore. I still loved him more than love itself but that didn’t work anymore either. I was still in love so much but it just did not matter. He told me I was not the person he fell in love with anymore but I felt that I was. I still wanted to buy him things. Base my life around him like I did when I met him. He told me it wouldn’t work out. I told him I’d do anything. But it’s all just too late.