Introduction
I wish that I could say a lot of different things about you and me. I wish that I could say it was love at first sight, or tell everyone that we're perfect. I wish that I could say our first moments weren't awkward, or that our first kiss looked like it came from a movie, but I can't. That's the pure beauty of it- of us.
I tell you the truth when I say I never even looked. I never even saw your perfectly calming eyes right from the start. You tell me amazing stories- the ones of when you looked over your shoulder and magically found the girl that you've always wanted. That's not the same for me. I never saw you. I never even looked your way. I can say one thing though; you made me. You made me into the person I am today, and without you I'm nothing.
I’m completely honest when I say to others that on our own, we’re not perfect. Even when we’re together as one, we’re far from perfect. We have our flaws just like every other person in this monstrous world. We fight like we are brother and sister most of the time- but I’m actually okay with it. We love each other with all of our hearts and that is all that matters to me. You’re my best friend, my shoulder to cry on, and someone who I constantly count on to make me laugh- most of the time till my stomach hurts. I look at you while you’re doing the simplest of things and quietly think to myself, “I really love him.”
Even though we aren’t perfect- it feels like it. Love is when you never get tired of each other’s smile, or when you want to spend everyday together. When you pass them in the hallway and you can’t control the butterflies in your stomach from erupting. Love is magic.
Find the person that makes all the doubts worth living through. Every teardrop of water that falls from your graceful eyes seems to not hurt anymore. He looks at you- oh gosh, he just looks at you- and your world is spinning. Your hearts join together and the world pauses for a moment. It pauses. Because there’s always time for one last kiss. One last moment to feel the warmth of him over you. But don’t say goodbye, he’ll see you later. Promise.
Young men’s love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
– William Shakespeare
It was just an ordinary day. With all of the everyday people I see on my way to first period. The halls were hushed and I was walking as fast as I could. Of course, I’m late. It always seems to be orderly routine for me these days.
Life is a struggle from when my feet hit the cold wood floor every morning I wake up, to when they touch the frozen tile one last time as I wash my dirty face from a day full of stress and complications. I don’t know about anything anymore, honestly. I cry when I go to sleep. That has gotten quite normal lately. “It’s stress,” I always try to convince myself, even though I know it’s more. It’s pain and weakness. Tapping at my bedroom door. Awaiting for my hazel eyes to open.
This summer was my last summer. In my opinion at least. Which doesn’t matter to anyone anymore. I moved and my life is just over. My friends are gone and my life gets really lonely at times. My parents fight and my younger sister just seems to hate me. My life- in the nicest of terms- is dreadful.
Other than everything being perfectly ordinary as I leave my aunt's car, I can feel a sense of change in the air. I walk around, alone of course, proceeding to find my class. I make my way through to my third period class, which is choir. Finally, I can relax and leave the outside world behind me. I can sing. It’s the only thing that ever works right for me. It’s heaven; a peaceful serenity. I’m in the middle of a blazing song that makes you feel like you’re in your dreams, sleeping peacefully while you’re wrapped up in your warm cotton covers. The announcements come on and you heard the mumble of “really!” flowing through the room. The secretary’s voice says “Saige Cantello please come to the office.” My heart drops. This is definitely the opposite of normal. I just go about my normal routine until that last bell rings. I stay completely unnoticed.
