I think I only liked him because I was naive and he took notice in me. I loved the idea of his eyes on me, watching me, waiting for the perfect moment when he could see my face and smile my way. He was my first love.. and my first heartbreak. I remember the day we kissed, he wad that first too, and I was mesmerized. I waited till he left and then shut the door and slid to the floor with such disbelief that it actually happened, and maybe that was my problem. Because while I was living on cloud nine, he was not. What was perhaps one of the biggest milestones in my life was just another stepping stone in his. I was nothing more than someone he was interested in, and that's that. I know it now.. and I wish I knew it then because he hurt me. But that's part of love, right? I mean, I loved him.. and maybe at some point he loved me back, but it was never meant to last. We were destined to split apart from one another, and I think that was the hardest part because even though the idea of forever with him was nice, it wasn't real. It was not a concept that I could truly grasp, and that's okay. But now everytime it gets cooler and I see the autumn leaves blow in the air, I think of him. I think of you. And it was fall, when my heart first broke
