untitled.

The beginning.

I had known him for a long time. He was one of the people I couldn't live without. From the very first time he touched me, I knew. I was meant to be his. Things started out slowly, the flirting just casually talking. We understood each other... It was easy for us. He wasn't hard to love. I couldn't think of one thing about him that would constitute as bad. That was until I met his parents. They had to be the worst human beings on the planet. I hated then from the moment that we met. His mom was a tall lanky woman she had golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Everything about her said "talk to me, I'm perfect". Her dad was a different story he was dark the kind of person that wouldn't want to be approached. I could easily see how they made such a beautiful child. He was tall and dark like his father but at the same time the way he looked just made you want to be around him. Soft brown eyes, slump shoulders, dirty blonde hair. If he hadn't been so unusual then the girls probably would have been all over him... god was I glad he was such a geek. This was the man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. I knew it, it was the easiest decision I had ever came to. I wanted him to love me. This took a while I was always rude and unapproachable. This made it hard for him. I watched him each day hoping that he would talk to me. When he finally did I had no clue what to say, I just sat staring at him. He was so beautiful... Why would he even want to talk to me.