The Person

She was the embodiment of ethereal beauty. It started with her soothing eyes. Her eyes, they were hazelnut with a bit of starry spark that held a hint of stardust within them every time she’s exited about something. Then her glasses. if I’m not mistaken, one lens calibrated at 1.5 and the other at 2. She had two glasses but my favorite was the one with the brown, round frames, which seemed to harmonize perfectly with the hues of her eyes, framing them like a work of art. Her style was distinct, her wardrobe adorned with cozy cardigans and shoes that hinted at her effortless elegance.

But it wasn’t just her appearance that drew me in. It was her laughter, a melodic symphony that could brighten even the darkest of days, and the way she talked while munching on snacks. Her habits, quirks, and all the little details that made her who she was had me utterly enchanted. She wasn’t just a pretty face; she was a whole masterpiece etched into my heart.

The Feeling

Around you, I experienced a peculiar mix of emotions that I struggled to put into words. I felt safe yet vulnerable, a paradox that revealed itself each time we were together. Normally, I always have my guard up, locked behind thick walls to protect myself, but with you, it was as though you held the key to unlock my defenses. In your presence, I found myself in a sanctuary, a place of refuge where the turmoil of the outside world couldn’t penetrate. It was a haven, a shelter from the emotional battlefield I often faced.

Believe it or not you had this uncanny ability to turn my world upside down without even trying. One moment, I felt a sense of abandonment, as though the ground beneath my feet had given way, but then, just as swiftly, you would pull me close, hug me tight, and pour me your affection. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, a tumultuous ride that I couldn’t help but willingly join. With you, I wasn’t just standing at the edge of the abyss; I was dancing on its precipice.

The Memories

There was that afternoon, driving in your car, our fingers grazing as we spoke of our dreams, each word we shared strengthening our bond. Your laughter rippled through the air, reaching into my soul and stirring emotions I never knew existed. And then came that kiss, an electric spark that left a lasting imprint. The way your hand fit perfectly in mine, and the sweet taste of your lips – sweet as watermelon.

The late-night strolls through the quiet streets of the city, fingers intertwined. It was as though time itself had slowed down, and the world existed solely for the two of us. The stolen glances, the inside jokes, and the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at me soothing away the worries of the world.

One unforgettable day at the beach, the setting sun casting a warm, golden hue, we had our first serious conversation. It was the moment when our souls laid bare, the vulnerabilities shared, and secrets revealed. We tried to unravel each other’s minds, venturing deeper into our emotions. It was in that conversation that you gave me a warning, a caution not to fall for you, but I couldn’t help but ignore it. That time your words echoed like a distant whisper, making the decision to stay or leave all the more complicated. Each memory we created leaving an indelible mark on my heart.

The Broke

February 12th.
“You swore you’d always communicate openly.”

Yet the silences grew louder, and words of reassurance turned into prolonged periods of ambiguity.

Somewhere in May.
“You promised to watch a concert of your favorite band. I had bought 2 tickets, but one day before the concert you said you didn’t want to go.”

I went. Only to saw you with another man, hands intertwined.

End of June.
“You said that we should see each other again.”

You lied. Leaving me behind with a sense of abandonment.