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It's hard to remember when I fell for him. Was it his charm or the witty way he looked at me for approval of his mischievous jokes? Someone once said that there is no moment or word that changes a heart, it's only noticed when you are too far gone to go back to what you once were. Love is fickle, and does not treat hearts gently. So despite all this I still question why love was broken before I could even understand it myself?
In hindsight, I do know the reason. I am a stubborn creature by nature and rather unwilling to change, and yet I had hoped that he would continue the chase. Needless to say we were both young, teens; still trying to fit in. He needed the approval of others less than I, or was it more than I? Hardly seems important now, I suppose. The main reason: I still did not understand my heart; still don't in fact.
He understood my heart, though; as well as I could understand his. For all his seeming immaturity, he was very mature for his age; and for all my seeming maturity, I was still so immature. There were no lover's quarrels, or sonnets, or stolen kisses, or even holding hands. Outwardly we hated each other. The simple reason being we could see past each others facades, and despised each other for putting them up in the first place.
I loved that he was the only one who could bring out the five year old in me: immature, laughing, carefree, and happy; if only for those moments we were at school. It was the greatest gift anyone could ever give me, outside of my family, of course.
What I regret the most is that I did not see it then. It took me years to realize what he was trying to do. I am very thankful that I had him in my life and that he was able to brighten it a bit. I only wish that I had the courage to act, damned be it all should he have rejected me. What he actually did and said would have hurt a lot less if I had been rejected by him beforehand. I recognized him for who he was much later on: my soulmate, my other half. Someone I was meant to meet.
We were opposites in every way yet we still managed to surprise each other. It was not love at first sight, definitely not. It was a sincere bond, and one I am thankful to have had in my lifetime. I was truly happy for him that he had found someone to confide in, and am truly sad that it did not work out for them. He and she were not a conventional couple, but still she was a rock in his storm and helped him through so much. I only wish that I could thank him for helping me through mine.
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