to the moon and back

half

Thinking of his shimmering eyes had me in awe. Remembering the days we would find each other at the local stores, how his hands would stroke my skin softly while I slept. Those years were beautiful. And after all the waiting, laughing, crying, and smiling, we had found the answer to the meaning of this suffering life everyone goes through.

But the day we met was when the lives we were trying to sustain took a huge turn.

It was a Friday evening; the sunset fell over the lake, hiding from the fear of the night. Never would I guess that the guy who sat near the river would be the one who would hold me in his arms in the near future.

I remember sitting beside him; he held his phone, wearing headphones and a white hoodie. I was also found with my phone in my hands, smiling at the messages I got from the only person that managed to make me smile. This guy I was talking to was something like a dare. My guy friends at a party dared me to pick a random number from a table. The numbers were from people they had known their whole lives but didn't talk to anymore. I chose one number, ended up being a great guy who was happy to speak to me.

Back to the moment I sat next to the guy, we completely ignored each other, he sat beside me, and I didn't care; I was focused on the happiness that rushed through my veins while talking to him on my phone.

Minutes after, the boy noticed my chuckle, turning around to ask what it was about. I shortly gasped; talking to new people wasn't really my strong point. But still, I answered his question by showing him my phone screen. His eyes widened, my brows furrowed in confusion after hearing him breathe weakly. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked up at me and smiled; that one smile I will never forget. His little smile turned into a grin, he showed me his phone, and that was when I realized what it was about.

"It's you!" He excitingly said, "I—It's you!" he repeated. So this was the guy I had been talking to for the last weeks. His eyes watered, we stood up simultaneously, allowing him to hug me. "I can't believe that it's you," he laughed.

I completely froze. Hearing his voice made my heart flutter; his eyes were bright grey, his hair was platinum blonde, he was tall, his structure was beautiful, every single bit of him made me smile. And I couldn't be more fortunate.

I had no words. This was very sudden. Unexpected. "H—how?" I stuttered.

"My god, you're beautiful." He commented; my face turned pink. And then we started talking face to face.

This remained the happiest day of my life.

I wasn't supposed to forget it.

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A couple of weeks later, after dating very often, he asked me to be his girlfriend. And not only did he say that, but he also said, "let's use the time we have left." That had me a bit confused but with no hesitation; I said yes.

We were only sixteen, looking for the meaning of life, wanting someone to love, hold, smile with, and care for. And as people say: love is blind. I would never let go of all the things he told me. He was my meaning in life. He was the one, and I wanted no one but him. And all his flaws didn't matter.

The saying "love is blind" doesn't talk about appearance. It's about loving them and only them. The only thing you want is them, and you will not care about anyone else. Their personality will always have flaws, but when I even tried to look for one in him, I found nothing...I saw nothing.

You usually don't realize what is actually going on because they are the only thing meant for you. And it isn't bad... It shouldn't have been.

    Never would we have guessed that the time assigned to us was limited.