THE ONE

2. HER NAME

Sophie started talking again and it was no going back now. I know Sophie, she'd do anything to get you to tell her every little thing. And I thought it was the right time because her mind was not thinking straight after all the drinks she had. She won't remember that much in the morning. I don't know if I count that as good or bad. But I do know that I wasn't expecting those words to be said from her mouth: "I really didn't think you were ever in love. I always thought of you as a player. I can't keep up with the number of girls you kiss in a month. If I had to remember all of the names, I'd go crazy. I know you for just a few months and I don't think your eyes ever shine bright while looking at a girl you have a fling with. Why is that?"

"I never thought of myself as a player. I just don't like getting attached, since love always ends up being boring. But I could never get bored of her. I'd love to have her by my side every day of my life, looking into her eyes and thinking how the hell I ever got so lucky. But I ruined myself when I ruined her.

I had a girlfriend who cheated on me. It really makes you feel not good enough. I gave her everything. I gave her all of me and what did I get in return? I got nothing. She was thinking about someone else at night. And I only thought of her. That ruined me. But I kept on going; I loved her too much to just let go. That was the biggest mistake I ever did. That's why I understand my one and only. I should tell you the story about us."

Sophie seemed so confused. "Wait a minute. Can you tell me her name, so I can follow the story?"

I thought about which story to tell her first, because her name had a twist but I didn't know that at the time. I'm just going to start explaining how she became the most important person in my life.

It was an early spring; the flowers just started glooming again and the bird kept competing about whose melody is more beautiful. I always enjoyed the spring time, because it was a perfect time to fall in love. It was a year after I got cheated on, but the old hurts never go. They leave in the darkest parts of your mind so they can sneak up behind you when you're laughing with your friends. And then your smile fades and everybody keeps asking you if you're tired. And you are; but not because of lack of sleep. You know which tiredness I'm talking about. And I hate being asked if everything's okay when nothing really never is; at least not deep down. So I always act like I'm okay and as I said earlier; I cannot show my emotions because the society ends up judging me for it.

Silly me; I got caught up in my emotions without explaining the main thing.

I was sitting on a bench with my friend. We were complementing on girls that walked by. We were both single so that was a tradition we both enjoyed. And a lot of girls passed us by without giving them a second look. Of course they were beautiful but I could never comprehend the feeling I got when I first saw the girl all my dreams were made of. You're going to hate me for this but it was just like that song: Walking On Sunshine. I didn't saw her at first because the sun kept shining on her beautiful face. Her golden wavy hair was just an excerpt of her perfectly combined beauty. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and as soon as the sun hid behind her figure; I saw her dimples as she was smiling with her two friends. But I wasn't under her spell as much as when she looked me in the eyes. It was like looking at another me. Her baby blue eyes were shining like diamonds under the sunlight; so delicate, yet so sharp. And after that passion-filled look in each other's eyes, she flipped her hair and walked past me. I was under her spell.

My friend playfully punched my rib with his elbow saying: "Bro, snap out of it! Check the booty on that one!" But I couldn't focus on no one but her perfect self. His comment literally pissed me off. I've never thought of that before but I couldn't stand the fact he's treating her like an object. She was way more than just a girl. She was the one.

"Stop sexualizing women and rather tell me what her name is. I need to get to know her." I said, looking at her. Even her walk was as flowy as her golden coloured hair.

"Oh, no I'd stay away from that one. Nobody knows her real name, but they call her Lorelay; you know the myth we talked about in English class? Lorelay was a woman who enchanted men with her outstanding beauty just so she could get them ruined."

I could never compare her to an evil human being. Her smile looked so genuine. And even after I knew the danger of wanting her, I couldn't get my mind off of her. I was hooked. And there was no way to go but forward.