The thing about loving a girl like Grace was that she was one of a kind. Not even one in a million because that would mean there were approximately seven hundred more in the world just like her. In the time I had been allowed to get to know Grace, she'd left me mesmerized.
Most girls were pretty in a way that you looked at them and thought - damn, she's attractive. But the more you look, the further you inspect, you'd realize her face was practically painted on, and her cleavage is just an illusion created by an expensive push up bra. Her hair is bleached and she's just trying way too hard. Suddenly you're looking at a girl who is most definitely hot... But not pretty anymore.
Grace was pretty in a different way altogether. At first glance she was simply stunning. She made you realize sayings like "took my breath away" could actually be true. So incredibly stunning that you didn't want to look away for fear of never getting to look at something so beautiful again. But then you have to look away because you can't let a girl like that catch a guy like you starring at her. And then you look back again, she's even more captivating. The longer you let your eyes linger on her bare, porcelain skin, the more you have to fight the urge to reach out and touch it. You'd notice that her blonde hair was streaked with with natural highlights that caught the light and almost shimmered like pure gold. The longer you kept looking, the more enticed you'd be by her little smirk. You'd notice the dimples in her cheeks and realize you'd never seen anything quite so blue as her eyes.
No matter how many times you looked back at Grace - you'd never find a single flaw.
But loving Grace was more than just loving a beautiful girl. She was funny and bold. She gave me all these new reasons to laugh and sing and smile and love the world. She filled my life with color and imagination. She kept me on my toes.
And when she left... She took it all. She took me. She took all the colors away and left me living in a dark, empty grey world where nothing was exciting or new or fun. It was like I wasn't even really living anymore. I laughed when someone told a joke, not becuase I found it funny, but because it was the appropriate thing to do. I sung the lyrics to our songs not because I felt meaning behind them, but because they were the words shoved into my hands. I was just an empty shell of the person I used to be, before her.
I hated her for it. I hated that she destroyed my life. I was perfectly content before she waltzed in and showed me what it was to feel in a whole new way. She had ruined me. And I fucking hated her for it.
But no matter how angry I was, or how much I wanted to erase her from my memory, I couldn't. Because thats the thing about falling in love with a girl like Grace, you could never forget her.
No matter how hard you tried.
