She fell in love with a boy. She had met him in school and she thought he was just perfect. Even though people saw him in a different light, she saw him as the sweetest, funniest, and kindest person she had ever met. Everyday, she finds herself more and more in love with him. She wondered if he felt the same way.
Turns out, he loved her too. They immediately became a couple and everything was perfect. He was always there for her when she needed comfort. He always knew what to say. He knew the perfect times to kiss her. She loved him so much, and he loved her too.
She loved the way he embraced her, being the perfect height in order to put his chin on top of her head. She loved feeling his heartbeat against her cheek; embracing the thought of hearing the reason of his existence was just extraordinary. Holding his hands, his big warm hands, was one of the best feelings ever. Just touching him made her heart race faster than a race car. Having her lips upon his soft lips made her feel a million butterflies flying in her stomach. She loved looking into his blue-green eyes. It was like staring into the vast beautiful ocean. And most of all, she loved the way he made her feel. It made her feel emotions that she has never felt before. Just the thought of him made her feel so loved. The affection she felt for him has no limits. She loved him more than anything or anyone else. The thought of losing him was the more painful than death itself, in her opinion.
She was so afraid of losing him. Being the assuming and no trustingly girl she was, she often got jealous of girls even talking to him. All kinds of thoughts ran through her mind. "What if he thinks she's pretty?" or "What if he thinks she's better than me?". These kinds of things ran across her mind. She got worried to death about losing her one and only love, she often cried. In her opinion, it was her fault that she was crying so much. If she would just be more understanding and not jealous, she would have been perfectly happy with him. "But no," she thought, "I just have to be so freaking stupid and unreasonable about everything. Something's wrong with me. I'm so stupid!" Everyday, she thought about this and stayed silent on the outside. Whenever she was alone, she would think and think about whatever he was doing or where he was. She kept on picturing in her head that he was with some other girl, having fun without her. Whenever she thought about this, salty tears came running down her soft cheeks, like raindrops off of a window. She would weep in silence and just remain like that until she falls asleep and she cannot feel any pain. The next morning, she will just smile and pretend like everything's okay, even though every breath she takes is slowly killing her.
And in the end, there's nothing she can do but just cope with the additional pain she feels. She had no guts to tell anyone how she really felt on the inside.
