He can't stop looking at me. I keep catching him looking at me. His eyes weighing in on my back as I turn to help a customer, my face as I lean towards the computer to check someone in, my hands as I send a text message.
Or maybe it's the other way around. Maybe he's the one catching me, catching my eyes all over his face, jawline, veined arm.
Maybe we catch each other.
Because when you're falling, you need someone to catch you.
Except... I fell hard. So hard. I fell for him so hard that my heart shattered.
Do you know why it shattered?
He didn't catch me.
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
