Sorry.

March 17th

That was the day we met, in 2012. An exact week after my birthday. I had just turned 16, he already on August 27th of last year. I was a sophomore & he was a junior.

I can never forget that day.

But I really wish I could.

It wasn't anything special actually. More like the type of shit they put in movies. I started to question if there was some truth in those cheesy romances. We were set up by our friends. My friend Rose, wanted to see a movie with her boyfriend Nick. She probably sucked him in the seat in front of us. She was the school whore, changing guys every other week. How we were friends- I never understood. I had to go with her because he mom didn't allow her to go a date. Her boyfriend offered his bestfriend, Roman. Rose said he was a good guy & she knew him personally. I was quite skeptical though since her choice in men were horrible. I decided to go, because I was too nice to say I didn't want to be set up with strangers.

We met up in the barber shop at the mall. Roman was waiting to get a haircut, while Rose was impatiently waiting on her boyfriend. When me & him made eye contact, I assumed he was a player. He was too cute to not be a cheater, liar, heartbreaker, wanna-be rapper, pot-smoking boy.

I was completely wrong though.

Quite the opposite really.

I don't want to say all the details (because there's too many), but I found out he wasn't a virgin (though rarely had sex because it wasn't a priority to him), he had few relationships, never did drugs, he loved Oreos, he could sing, & had nice hands to hold.

Oh, I almost forgot about his physical features. He was 5'8", lightskinned but tanned, brown curly hair with deep chocolate eyes. He had a light mustache that was soft to touch, & the most adorable smile that could melt your frozen heart. I think it melted mine. He was black & Puerto Rican, with muscular arms & a bigger frame than me. I liked it since I was "thick" & skinny boys are no fun to sit on. He was like your imaginary Prince Charming, except way more sarcastic & funny, & also not riding on a horse everywhere.

Back to the point- we talked & it honestly felt like I has known him for years, I just felt so comfortable around him. We had a instant connection; we laughed & blushed if we looked into each other's eyes for more than 2 seconds but we held no embarrassment by it. It was innocent love at first sight I suppose, or maybe we were soulmates. But at the time I wasn't thinking that because I always got my hopes up & I assumed it was normal routine for him to flirt with all girls. I went along with it because I enjoyed having a guy who's first couple question involved knowing my name & not getting in my pants. I loved how he said my name.

We kissed during the first 2 hours we met in the movie theater. Majority of the time. I don't even remember the name of it to be honest. I started it surprisingly, his lips were so tempting & he being the gentleman he was- wouldn't make any moves. I didn't like his kissing much then, he needed more tongue in my opinion, but now it's the only lips I want for the rest of my life. They weren't perfect, but they were full of true compassion & love. I didn't care that I kissed him because I thought we'd never meet again. I was just living in the moment & enjoying it. Let me just bring up how I licked his face at some point for no particular reason. He licked mine back though & laughed so I guess we're both weirdos. He ruined the fucking moment by asking for my number & actually wanting to get to know me- which made me realize this was a horrible way to start a friendship/relationship. I still gave it to him anyways. I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him & how I needed him in my life for more than 1 day.

We officially fell for each other by the end of that night through sweet texts & phone calls. Which so happened to also be Saint Patricks Day. I didn't know if I was lucky or this was a joke from God.

God was truely cruel. He knew I had no real chance at a relationship, love, or a happy ending in general. Not in this, or any lifetime.