The Boy Who Stole My Heart

Prologue

I sat on my bed, my heart broken, with no thoughts running through my mind that could possibly cheer me up. I was watching the video Annabell made. We were holding hands, smiling, as if no one else was there, and we were in our little world. Like two people completely in love.

Annabell kept screaming and laughing at us, telling us to kiss. I was putting my hand over the screen telling her over and over again to stop. Smile on my face, but cheeks red with embarassment. He kept grinning, not taking his eyes off of me one time. Annabell kept screaming, "Do it! Kiss!!" repeadley.

I watched the smile on my face grow bigger, and bigger every second, every moment. I was laughing uncontrollably, but he kept looking at me so seriously, his facial expression not changing once, except for a little smirk, or small grin.

We locked eyes, and he put his hand on my cheek. He leaned in, and pulled my head closer, pressing his lips against mine, and his eyes shut. I don't remember him kissing me with as much passion that I just saw. When he pulled back, I was smiling, and Annabell was still cheering us on. I looked over at her, and took my phone, stopping the video.

I can still remember that day, that moment, like it was just yesterday. I was so happy, so joyfull, and thankful. I had him, and I believed my life was going to be great. I knew that he was the one, that he was perfect for me.

And don't get me wrong, it was great.

And he sure was what somebody would call perfect.

But then, I got that phone call.

That one phone call, that changed my life, forever.

The phone call that is the reason I am sitting here, crying, watching this video, over and over again. Missing him, with every little piece of my body. Sitting in my pajamas, in the bed I haven't gotten out of once in 2 weeks. Doing the same thing.

With the same broken heart.

Remembering his face, remembering his love.. and remembering he's gone.