siasor83
I live by a simple rule: nothing and no one is truly beautiful. My standards are a fortress, and I've never been struck by love-or even beauty-at first sight.
Until her.
She was the exception. From the moment our eyes met, she breached my walls, and we became inseparable. I memorized the curve of her lips, the light in her eyes, the way she played with her hair. But I only ever saw the pieces, never the whole picture. I was deaf to the meaning in her laughter and blind to the question in her smiles.
_> Then, the silence began. An intangible feeling we once shared vanished, replaced by unanswered texts and a new name lighting up her screen. I told myself it was nothing. I told myself we'd go back to the way we were.
I was wrong. Now, I'm left to wonder: What happens when the person you finally see as beautiful is looking at someone else? And how do you live with the knowledge that you were the one who told her to look away?