Broken Promises

Chapter One

Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

I gazed on, knowing all too well that now is not the time to let my thoughts linger away from whatever lesson my teacher is droning on and on about -- he did mention a quiz about this; but still not paying heed on his lecture, I focused instead on the girl seated from across the room -- this girl with beauty so enticing and beguiling that words could not-- in all of language's splendor and grandeur-- succumb, no, not at all.

Maybe her eyes were the ones that had me constantly drinking in the sight of her -- eyes remiscent of pearls: simple but beautiful. Or maybe the innocence of her actions and the naïve stupor of hers drove me crazy. The way a strand of her chestnut brown tresses would cascade along by her face, the way she bit her lip due to the scalding heat, the way she lacks grace but still winds up seeming so charming... I am lured to her, but I don't know why. Maybe she really is beautiful to me -- and thus, my first ever crush.

But months have passed, and I did not think much of her as I did in the past. I pass by the hallways and I see her, laughing with the class jocks and athletes, and just like that, the infatuation dampened. Forget it, my mind would say. She's out of your league. You're not man enough, Peter -- no you're not. And to assure myself, Away from those girls... because even if she gave you the time of the day... it would be chaos. Because love--as someone said-- has teeth which bite, and the wounds never close. And I do not want her gnawing at every bit of me. Those kinds of girls are dangerous. And if I ever fall... hell, I would never recover.

But love had other plans. And there is no stopping it. There just isn't.

I wish there was.