You meet a lot of people in this world, and then there comes a time when you meet someone, and you can’t forget about them. That moment when you meet someone and everything clicks… everything seems put into place as if this person was brought to you for a reason.
I met him. I met him and it was perfect. A sleepless night. A perfect body to hold on to. A sense of humor that made me laugh. A guy who made me run around campus at 4am, feeling like I didn’t have a care in the world. A perfect kiss. A smile I can’t forget. A chemistry that was rare, strong, and enticing. I met him, and it was perfect.
But it’s the nights when everything seems perfect that something has to go wrong. A perfect night may be the best thing in the world, but that’s the problem, it’s a perfect night.And that’s all it will ever be. I thought I had met the perfect guy, he brought out a side of me unlike anything else in this world. Sleep wasn’t important anymore, I could survive on us alone.
But after our night ended, reality came into play. You’re 4 years older than me, you’re about to graduate, and you’re used to girls falling all over you. It’s ironic how we can have such a perfect night, but then it’s not the same after. When you told me you were picking me up a few days after, I was shaking because I was so nervous. I was about to see you again. But things went from feeling like a dream to feeling like I was an object at your dispense. I wouldn’t give you my body completely, and you pulled away. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to. But as much as everyone says “He doesn’t deserve you, he just wanted to use you,” it doesn’t erase everything I felt- or at least everything I dreamed to feel in the future.
As much as it hurts to be brushed aside in the corner because I didn’t give you my body, I still want you. I want that night again. I want to run through the streets with you at 4am again where you picked me up and kissed me like a scene out of a movie. I want your arms around me, holding me until we fell asleep at noon the next day. I want our night back, because I can’t let go. It was perfect, you were perfect. But now I don’t have you… life interrupted.
Maybe you were brought to me for a reason, but all I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you, even if I’m only hurting myself more. I didn’t give you my body, but I gave you a memory, and I gave you a night that’s impossible to forget