I met him in the
summer, he was like no other he was perfect in ways I cannot
describe. His smile lit up the darkness of the back garden we sat
in and his voice filled the silence of the empty hallways, I knew
there and then from that spilt second of having him within my
presence he was too good for me, too good for anyone really.
After the night of meeting him I didn't say goodbye properly, I
didn't even feel the need to because I had it in my head that I'd
never see him again and even if I did it would be one of them
situations where I'd see him down the street and we'd both panic
being unsure if we should say hello to one another or not… Sweet
Jesus was I wrong.
After meeting him
that night we agreed to meet up and after a short while me and
this boy, the boy I believed was out of my league were
inseparable any spare moment of the day I would use to be with
him. I was obsessed, happy and never experienced being 'in love'
as I always believed it to be more of fairytale fantasy thing,
the kind of thing you'd hardly ever see in reality but the hours
I spent with him turned into days which turned into weeks with
then turned into months...
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