Have you ever fallen in love with someone you had never met before? I have.
It was the summer of 2018 when I gave my heart to someone that I didn’t even know. He didn’t know me and I didn’t know him, however he looked so familiar, I couldn’t figure out why. In that moment I felt like I had known him for decades.
His eyes were so captivating; they were the color of life. Different shades of green with a hint of blue in them; they were the meaning of renewal and energy. His smile was like that of Mona Lisa’s, mysterious and ambiguous. His skin was smooth and almost perfect with a flush of pink on his cheeks and a healthy glow that raced through him. His hair was the color of elegance and black as the ace of spades.
I just couldn’t get him out of my head. I’d go home thinking about him and go to sleep with him in mind. Every time I would try to avoid and ignore him, to stop this heartbreak from happening, he’d make me fall for him even more. I was playing this game I was not ready to win.
He walked as if he was of importance, timid and quit yet witty and loud all at the same time. I couldn’t resist him. I couldn’t contain the urges he made me feel.
I had just turned 20; never in my life had someone made me feel the way he did. That feeling of being needed by someone was something I never thought I would feel. I had never been so entranced by someone the way I was with him. He made me feel like I had just entered into an unknown universe that was made up of him and I.
If I had realized sooner that this was going to turn out into a heartbreaking story, maybe…just maybe I would have never fallen for him. But then again, we can’t change what fate has already set before us. For some odd and cruel reason fate had me go through this heartbreaking one-sided love story. Was it to teach me or to taunt me? I didn’t yet know.
I saw him almost everyday but he didn’t even acknowledge my presence when people were around. I was like a flower being trampled on the ground. Sometimes I wondered if only I had told him sooner maybe things would have been different. If he only knew how much he captivated my heart. If he only knew how much he robbed me of my innocence and stole what belonged to me. Every time he spoke I lost a part of my heart to him. It’s almost like he did it on purpose. He makes me laugh and smile by the way his eyes penetrated mine. Though he might’ve never known how he made me feel, I am writing this because someone has to.
Broken Vessel 
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