The Strongest Love

He loved her, more than life itself. She was perfect, absolutely flawless. Her gorgeous, big green eyes. That smile that started everyone's day. Her luscious black hair. There was no defect in her, and to his eyes she was the one. The one who would change his life forever. He only knew her just more than a year, but that was more than enough to fall in love with her. She broke his heart, oh so many times, but yet he always came back for more and more shattered dreams. This love she felt with her was to die for. No matter what he did he couldn't rid of her from his thoughts. Why? Why is she the one girl to never get over?

They were both young, just a year more until highschool. He thought he was foolish for believing that he had fallen in love at such a juvenile age, that just a thirteen year-old girl stole his heart. Despite all the cruelty, despite all the misbeliefs his closest friends eventually believed him. She knew that he liked her, but she didn't know at what capacity. She would never know how strong the feelings were. He tried once, when they were not as close, to ask her. She was so kind, that she didn't even say no, but she just couldn't because she had a class. The girl, the most beautiful girl, was an actress in the school's advanced drama class. She sung, danced, acted; she didn't ever believe she was good enough. He always encouraged her on how perfect she was, she would accept it just to throw it away the next day as if it never happened.

He was fourteen, with dark brown hair and eyes. He didn't have the most amazing of looks, for he was slightly overweight, but he did have marvelous facial expressions. All the pictures that was taken of him were always to the side, it made him look thinner and more attractive. But as obsessive he was about trying to look good, the most important was what he was on the inside. A jokester, very compassionate (like her), sensitive feelings, but a fragile heart. Just the meaningless antics might make his whole emotional wall break down, as he would feel depressed all day. But it was only because of how strong his love was for the girl of his dreams. The love of his life.

He wanted to be with her, more than anything else a man could ever want, but she had different likes. At first, she seemed to be interested in a typical popular player who would constantly take pictures of his bare torso. That guy would have many lovers, and he too was an actor in the same class. The main boy never liked the idea of such a perfect girl being with a guy who would, no doubt, harm her. 

As months passed, the bond between the lovestruck boy and the girl grew stronger. They constantly  chatted with eachother, but not as much in school. He felt that the girl might be embarassed with him being a friend. She rarely made it look like they we're close, but it always felt they were just aqcuaintances in public. This really hurt him, he felt that she never wanted to be actual friends with him, or maybe he was just looking at a million excuses to see why she isnt interested in him. Then he realized he wasnt the only one in love with her.

Another boy, very convienently with the same name but different spelling, "liked her." The boy was much more close than the original, for they were friends since fifth grade. And for starters, he was thin and quite good-looking. He was charming, a goofball, and smart. "Genuine" he heard the girl call him once. This was the second heartbreak that he recieved, after knowing that the girl liked that player. Then a week later, the other boy and the girl got together. This was heartbreak number three.

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Now many years has passed, and the boy is now a man, but still in love with the same girl. All three of them, the two boys and the girl, pursued acting careers. The girl and boy she was with in broadway and the lovestruck boy in the movies. He couldn't even believe that after this long, he's had other relationships but he could never remove the girl from his heart. Whatever this was, he needed to be with her. It has gone way too far. He flew a plane to broadway and saw one of the girl's shows. She was expectacular, as always, and he met her backstage. He felt much more confident, because he managed to lose a substantial amount of weight and replace it with a more fit. His body was always an obstacle for self-confidence when he was young. But this wasn't an accomplishment just to look good, he wanted to find something to occupy himself while still dreaming about the girl. They chatted for a couple of hours, but he screwed everything and kissed her. It lasted five minutes. At first the girl pushed him away, but the tender and warm feelings flew into her and they embraced eachother as if the world would end in those minutes. This was the most amazing, most filling and extraordinary feeling he ever felt in his entire life. He felt that his life was complete. They kept kissing until the boy that she was with for years entered and pushed them aside. He punched the man who kissed his wife square in the chin and nose. He yelled about how they were engaged years ago and got married with two children. He felt horrible, absolutely astonished. First that the girl stayed with him for most of her life, and second that he never knew. He thought that they really we're in love, for they were together for such a long time.He felt horrible that the two got divorced because of him. He felt horrible that the children had to go through such a painful experience because of him. The strongest love that he could ever feel for someone, destroyed their lives. The girl stopped acting and became a stripper, the other boy continued to thrive in his broadway work. And the original boy, whose love caused pain and suffering, couldnt bear the anguish he has caused. So he went to his house sink, grabbed his razor and slit his wrists over the sink. He man whose love was so strong, that he finally filled that gap in his heart, died in a pain worse than death. The belief that he destroyed the lives of others.

The boy then wokeup from his math class, when the bell rang with this odd premonition he had made up in his head. The children rushed out for it was winter break and they were free. He grabbed his backpack and lurked out. This strange thing he imagined about the future changed him. It made him realize that he must not wallow in his sadness, in his hopeless love. He knew that if he forgot about her, it would end badly. He wasn't saying that his little tale he thought up would come true, but he knew that if he loved her with more passion than ever, he should give up. He won't give up

So after the winter break, the girl and other boy broke up. She was depressed, he went to her and embraced her with a kiss. The same one he imagined in the backstage of the theater.