Breaking Him // Larry l.s

Six Years

Six Years

'He was hope, beauty and perfection all rolled into one. And he was mine."

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I remember the first time I saw him. It was 3:06 pm on a windy tuesday. I had forgotten my phone at the supermarket and travelled forty minutes back to find it yet when I saw him, none of that mattered anymore.

I never found that phone again...it's funny, i'd never thought about it till now, six years later. I guess that's what he does to you.

He was wearing a white t-shirt with a sort of map/compass print all over it. Standing in the frozen isle, debating whether to get chocolate brownie or cookie dough ice cream. I guess you could say it was love at first sight, before that day I hadn't believed in that sort of thing but again, thats what he does to you.

From that very second, the second I caught a glimpse of his brown hair and gorgeous face, I knew that what he and I would share would be great.

And it was.

I didn't consider that he may not be gay, I didn't consider that he may not feel the same about me but he was and he did. In that way, I was lucky.

We just clicked. He was hope, perfection and beauty all rolled into one. And he was mine.

My first words? I had said "I wouldn't go with the ice cream, I could die from diabetes by just looking at you alone". I remember him looking at me like I was crazy then laughing out loud, his eyes sparkling.

I swear to god, at that moment I was in love.