An Abundance Of Short Stories & A Handful Of Poems

The One

She says that she'll be alone forever, says she'll never be able to bring down her walls and let a man get close to her. She, like me, has been hurt before. She's scared that if she gets attached she'll be hurt again, so she closes herself off determined she'll never find the one.

How do you know when you've found the one? I've been asking myself that question for the last 3 years, see I had thought I had found the one. It was the cliché story of best friends wanting to see if they could be more, for 6 years everything was fine... Perfect even. But then she comes along and tears everything we've built apart. It wasn't the fact that he cheated that hurts me the most, he lied, destroying my trust... that's what hurts the most.

Even though I threw up walls keeping up my guard, but somehow I met a boy and somehow he broke down my walls. She tells me that I'm strong, in fact I'm the strongest person she knows, because despite the fact that I've been through much worse than she has... I was still able to bring down my walls for this boy. The boy who knows me better than others before him, the boy with the golden blonde hair, stormy blue eyes, the brightest smile I have ever seen, and the most beautiful sol I have ever known. I don't know if I've found the one, but I've come pretty damn close.

I've never met anyone quite like him. He's kind, sweet, smart, funny, adorably handsome, and one of my favorite people on this Earth. He brings me paper towels instead of tissues to dry my eyes, he makes me laugh through my tears, he gives me butterflies, he makes my heart flutter, I'm never without a smile when he's around, and most importantly... he listens to what I have to say.

I have found the one. He marks all the boxes of my checklist. He's the one, if I can find him... so can you.