Since I remember I’ve had the sensation of being out of the common. I’ve got the perception of being the contradiction of what people is use to see. People look at me as if I were some sort of psychopath wandering around the streets. Actually, I am. I'm kind of impress how society has come to the conclusion that everyone has to follow a certain path and achieve some characteristics to become part of it. If you don't do so, you're out. Completely ridiculous. I used to complain a lot, I never understood why people acted like they did, never took a minute to realize the mistakes I've made and the people I've hurt. I was a completely mess inside...and that was when I met him. Suddenly, he fixed me. I didn't even had time to realize that I had fall in love with him. This guy was out of the common. He was the contradiction of what I used to see.
I found him, he was the one, and the funniest thing was that in the first place, I didn't even start looking for him.
He had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend. We met at the music class; I can still remember the first time we accidentally touched hands, it electroshocked me. The first time we kissed, It seemed like I'd kissed him before, I'd known him before, I'd loved him before; Maybe in another place, another time but it was always that messy guy out of the common who learnt to love me as the completely psychopath I was.
He learnt, I don't know how, to understand the language of my eyes. I didn't even had to speak to express myself...He just looked at me as if he could penetrate my thoughts through my eyes. He made me feel different, but the good kind of different, I felt special with him by my side...
And when I looked at him, I felt scared.
Scared of knowing that nothing lasts forever. I don't wanna lose him, but I have to accept the fact that his love is not going to be there for me forever, or would it? I'm scared. I'm scared of waking up alone...waking up in the middle of the night trying to remember his face, his hands...his eyes...I'm afraid I'll completely forget him.
