True Love

Chapter 1: Painful Memories of the Past

"I'm wide awake at 3 A.M, thinking about you. I miss the memories we made, the smiles we shared and the moments we will forever treasure. In the blink of an eye it was all gone, I lost you. You were definitely far from perfect and many told me I was too good for you, but I loved you wholeheartedly. I don't know why, but I can't seem to forget you."

That song breaks my heart and allows tears to flow freely from my eyes. It completely describes my current situation. My life was perfect but then he came. He came into my life and now it's all messed up. He painted colours onto the canvas of my boring life but then the paint chipped and faded away. He left me and he didn't even know how much he hurt me. Before I could cry a river, I took off my headphones and the memories of him played in my head and I couldn't stop it.

I can remember very vividly the day we started talking:

Finally! It's recess! I thought to myself as the bell rang.

I went to my locker to get my textbook so that I could study for next block's exam, again. I sat on the fresh green grass with my notes ready to refresh my memory for the upcoming exam. The weather was perfect and very relaxing which made it easy for me to study. Spring has been my most favourite season for as long as I can remember. It's not super hot but it's not too cold either, it's just right. The sun shone brightly against my book; I was too busy reading to even notice what was happening on around me. The background noise was starting to grow louder and louder so I grabbed my phone from my sweater pocket, put my headphones in, and played my music. While I was reading, a shadow hovered over my body. I looked up and saw Ken in front of me. He took my headphones out of my ears. 

"Hey Valerie!" He exclaimed. "I came by because I saw that you were alone. Stop worrying about that test so much! I'm sure you'll do fine!" A huge smile began to form across his face.

I smiled back at him and felt my cheeks turn the colour red. Usually when people tell me not to study too much, I would yell at them because it's crazy to think there's such a thing as "too much studying". The thing about him that was different than other people was that I could tell he was special and unique. I could tell by the little things like the way he spoke, his speech patterns.

I suddenly snapped back into reality. Tears began rolling down my face again. Why can't his memories leave my head as easily as he vanished from my life? Why do my memories of him have to constantly replay in my head? It's been a year and I still haven't moved on I just love him too much to do that.