He was the One (A shortstory)
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I remember when I first met him, I was young, reckless. I thought he was the one. He made me smile, he made me laugh, he showed me the way to love. I remember, I smiled at him in math class, Mr Stefanich’s 2nd period. You passed a note to me, you asked me if I wanted to walk to class with you. I said yes. From then on, we walked to class together and I think we immediately hit it off. I knew I loved you so I tried to escape it. Nothing I tried worked. All I saw in my head was you. Eventually I gave in, we started dating. I loved you with all of my heart. But then, you did it. You cheated on me with her. You told me it meant nothing but I didn’t listen. I know it did. I know it. I’m sorry I ever loved you, I never should have let you break me. I thought I could forgive you, I couldn’t. And just like it started with us, it ended with us. I moved on, I started dating your best friend but I couldn’t get your image out of my head. Now we’re here. I hate you and I’m sorry I ever loved you. Maybe you were the one, maybe I just wasn’t ready. I should’ve loved you while I had the chance.
