This is probably one of the rawest things I have ever written.
I wasn’t looking for love, yet I found him – the line may sound cliché but the whole story is far from that. I found him under the strangest of circumstances, at the most unexpected place and time. It wasn’t something people or even I would’ve easily liked nor understood, but it happened.
If someone told me a few months back that I would be in that situation, I would’ve laughed at their face. To be completely honest, I never really understood it until I was in the exact same situation and defending myself won’t make it right nor would it make me any less at fault. Maybe I was selfish but being with him felt more right than anything I ever did my entire life. I can apologize to the people I’ve hurt in the process, but I know my apology won’t lessen their pain.
I could’ve walked away right then and there if I followed my mind instead of my heart, but in that moment, I was willing to take the risk. Heck, I was even willing to jump headfirst into the pits of the problem, if it meant spending the rest of my life with him. In fact, if I was ever given the chance to walk away beforehand, I would still choose to go through the process of falling in love with him.
The thing is, I have always tried to be the good girl everyone wants me to be. I’ve been following the rules my whole life but for once–just this once–I want to do something for myself. It’s not just about me wanting to break the rules nor trying to be a “rebel,” but it’s more about the thought that I’m letting the possibility of being genuinely happy pass me by just because I want to please the people around me.
There are no words to describe how I feel about him. We could hold each other’s hands forever and that still wouldn’t suffice how much I want to be near him. I never liked it when someone invades my personal space, but somehow, with him, invading my personal space isn’t enough; suddenly, ‘too close’ isn’t quite enough.
So, tell me, how could I ever let the greatest plot twist of all time slip away from my grasp just like that?
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