A Perfectly Imperfect Love

Chapter Eleven; Him.

Him. When I saw him, very familiar feelings came flooding back in. That rush. That energy. The same energy I felt when I saw Hugh for the first time. It wasn't identical but it was very similar. This time I smiled at him first. Just to see. To see if he felt it too. And he did. He smiled back. He had a warm smile too. Just like Hugh. But when he smiled his cheeks rose more than Hughs did. His eyes squinted a little and he ran his hand through his hair and glanced down towards the ground. I felt myself comparing him to Hugh. But then I stopped myself. I wouldn't let that happen. He was gone now and I wasn't going to let him ruin another thing for me.

Once I snapped myself out of it, I felt the buzz layer back over my body. It was such a good feeling. A relieving feeling. A reassurance that love was still possible for me.

After he brought her head back up from the smile our eyes met once again and the room lit up. Once again the stars collided in my heart and I sprung to my feet and took off across the cafe to talk to him. The same motivation and determination in each footstep. The necessity for the space between us to close. And once again with our bodies merely inches apart my lips parted and words started flying off my tongue, out of my mouth and into his ear. But this time. This time the man I was talking to responded with a much more reassuring answer, "of course". The feeling deep in my gut returned.

The same one I felt after Hugh told me "yes", but it was stronger this time. Much more powerful. And I knew. I knew we had a great thing as I once did before did. Except this time it could be much better. I didn't know for sure but I had a certain feeling. An unexplainable feeling. But a strong one.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the universe doesn't only give you one person. Maybe they give you multiple people. Another one until you get it right. Until you can have true happiness. But the difference between this time and last time is that this time I knew he would be my last. I could feel it. And I could tell he felt it too. I knew that I truly loved him.

He was so beautiful. Like no one I've ever seen. He was tall. Tanned skin with some freckles across his nose and cheeks. Hazel brown curly hair. Gorgeous baby blue eyes staring right back into mine. He was very muscley. His biceps bulged out of his tight T-shirt. He had veins wrapping around his forearms onto the back of his large hands. He wore a ring on his right middle finger, it wasn't modern, a family ring maybe? Definitely something with meaning. He had very large shoulders which made him appear to have a tiny waist. He clearly was very happy with himself, I could tell by the way he stared down at me and how he stood tall with confidence. He was also rather comfortable with his appearance because he dressed in clothes that showed off his dreamy body and complimented his muscles. He was just starting to bring all his stuff into his new house so he was holding a box ao his arms were flexing but he made it look so easy to hold even though it was probably quite heavy. I was already in love with this man before I had a proper conversation with him.

Even after everything Hugh did. I do thank him for introducing me to love. Showing me how bad things can go. Helping me understand what to do right. Because if it wasn't for him I wouldn't know what to do. But this time. This time is going to be different this time it isn't going to end. It is going to last. Last for a lifetime. This time I'm going to make sure I don't end up with the sharp end of love.