Broken

Perfect

We talk everyday; me and him. We are just like a pair that can not be separated.  I love him and he loves me; the perfect relationship. We always go everywhere together and never part. He tells me that I'm his sunshine, his light when all is dark, he says that I am the guide in his life. He sees me as a rose without my thorns. The only person I know who broke every wall I spent years constructing and blocked every passageway to my heart. He is that special. The only one holding the key to my heart. I remember it very clearly, as if it just happened. We were in maths together and he sat infront of me. "Can i ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Promise me you will only read this when class is over." He told me whilst handing me a piece of crumpled paper. But anxious as I am I had to open it. 'Would you go on a date with me?' I could feel my eyes glaring at the paper in my hand as i froze infront of it. I couldn't answer, I never thought of him as a boyfriend before. The pressure was too much so i left.