Perfection

Chapter One: Break Away

Let go of things that pull away or you fall hard when they leave .

"I can love you, but you have to love yourself before you can love me back." He said with her fingers entwined in my golden brown hair, he pulled me closer and I leaned in. His lips, full and tender, pressed against mine. They fit perfectly together like they were made only to feel each other. The kiss was sweet, loving and passionate, when he let go I gasped and felt a tear slid down my brown glittery skin. He lifted his hand and wiped it away. "..." He opened his mouth. " Please... don't.... don't make me leaving harder than it already is." I nodded and looked down.

"Please don't forget me." I allowed more tears to roll. I couldn't believe he was leaving me.

"I never will. I really want you. To call you mine. To keep you, never allowing another man to caress you delicate skin, you kiss your delicious lips, you watch your chess rise and fall as you sleep. I wish that was the case. I really do. But it isn't. And I need to go." He said and lifting my face gently so I would be making eye contact with him.

He was taller than me, wider than me so I fit perfectly anyway we were. Our bodies were made for each other, although we had never did anything in that form, I have hugged him feeling comfortable in his grasp.

I snap back to reality, he was still just standing there with his hand in my hair and I was still looking up at him.

"This isn't goodbye, or a see you soon, it's a see you when you're ready." His hand released my hair and traveled down my arm to my hand and he gently squeezed it. Pulling it to his mouth to kiss and let go. With that he walked away.

I held my breath as his tall shadow disappeared down the street and into the fog of the night. I stood there alone, my knees weak, my stomach turning, my hands trembling, my throat dry, and my head spinning. I just let the best man in the world walk away. And I didn't chase him. Was that what he wanted? For me to run after him, hug him, kiss him and beg him to not leave. Or did he leave me so I could learn to really love myself? I knew I was distant, I knew it hurt him when I couldn't look at my own reflection, but he wasn't supposed to leave me. His was supposed to help me. Or is this his way of insuring that I love myself before I hurt him because I was insecure?

I couldn't do it, my knees finally gave up and I dropped onto the street my bare knees hitting the wet black cement.

I began to feel a sick, my vision blurred and I said lightly, " I don't know how to love myself but you were helping me see I was good enough." I cried.

This is the summer before college, Jaden would go to his law school and find a beautiful girl with naturally long hair, perfect teeth and absolutely fit and forget about me. He was my best friend since kindergarten we only started dating the summer before our junior year. I lost the best relationship of my life in a year all because I couldn't see the beauty in myself, or trust that he could love me for me.

I pick myself up from the ground and looked toward the way he had disappeared, I knew he wouldn't come back so walked over to my jeep. I sat down in the driver's seat. A empty feeling rested in my heart and soul.

Sadly, this isn't the beginning nor is the end of us.

----------------Author's Note--------------

Hey guys this my first book in a minute so bare with its shortness. I apologize for any grammatical errors there are, I did no proof reading. Anyways, please vote, comment, and continue to read.