It was always just sort of meant to be. I think our parents both knew that he would be going places, and that I was too. I think that that's why we were such great friends.
He was perfect. That sort of boy that every girl dreams of. Sure, he had some flaws but.. When you're with him, you learn to ignore them easily.
I think that our parents had too much planned for us. They wanted us to get married. Since we were little it was planned that we were to get married. Maybe it was just a fairytale, gone a little crooked. It was being forced upon us.
He was one of those boys that you could never read so easily, but I could see so clearly that he loved every inch of me, but I kept pushing him away. I didn't want the burden of a marriage held over my head.
It was never meant to be. Our parents knew each other from their days in Junior High. Pure hatred sprung from their gazes every time they met.
But he was one of those boys that makes you wonder. What was he thinking? What was he planning? What was he feeling?
Maybe that's why as soon as I saw him, I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
Love is a hard thing to have, especially when the line of a family feud separates our lives. I like to cross that line, to be with him, just to feel a small rush.
Both paths are accepting me with open arms.
But it's that much harder to choose, when both paths have daggers pointed at one anothers hearts.