Before Our Hearts Bleed

~I Saw Her. She Was Beautiful.~

I have a story to tell you about this beautiful girl I met in high school. Her name was Kate. She had almost every class with me and she was very smart. We were friends throughout junior high; which was seventh and eighth grade. I don't think she realized how much I truly liked her. I did anything she asked me to do and did anything she needed me to get done for her. It's like we were brother and sister. It's like our souls could communicate telepathically in a way that is unimaginable. Though she was just my friend, I stood up for her as if I was her boyfriend. If she had a crush, I'd get jealous. I don't know why I'd get jealous but I would. One day she came to me in tears. It felt like my heart was punched when I saw her heartbroken. I asked her what was wrong and she had broken up with her previous boyfriend. I asked why they went their separate ways and she told me that he had physically abused her. As she reached for her sleeve she revealed not just a small bruise on her arm but a welt on her arm that was the size of a quarter. I've never been so furious. A few days later. I had a confession. I had to tell her. It was because when I saw her she was beautiful.