Guy's POV
Everyone's heard the story, of boy meets girl. He falls for the girl next door and before you know it, they're the cutest couple on the playground. They meet on the bus, the first day of kindergarten, and he scoots over to let her sit with him and she smiles. In two seconds he's head over heals for her. At lunch, she shares her peanut butter and jelly sandwich with him, because he forgot his lunchbox in the classroom.
She's sweet, smart, pretty, he'd even call her perfect. They date all the way through high school and get married right after graduation. Against all odds they live Happily Ever After in a quaint little suburban home, with 2.5 kids. Forever and a day, their love is perfect, destine to be. But that is just a fairy tale, a fantasy our heads are filled with when we're just little children. Let me tell you how the story really goes.
In reality, their love is flawed, she is flawed, even he is flawed. Late in their junior year she goes to a party and has too much to drink. The next morning she runs to him, sobbingly confessing, how she woke in someone else's arms. She doesn't know what she did, if anything and he can't stand to listen. Tears fall from her dark eyes as she tries to grasp onto him for dear life.
He turns cold to her, the love draining from his clear blue eyes. Pained and insulted he sends her away. Bitterly telling her, he hates her, can't forgive her and never wants to see her again. His harsh declaration ripping her heart out as she leaves, openly weeping.
While he wonders miserable and betrayed around their high school campus, his cell-phone rings, it's her mom. The girl has been in an accident, the severity not yet know. Driving home dejected, her vision blurred with tears, she lost control of her car. She may not make it.
He races to her side, forcing himself into her hospital room. She doesn't have much time left, he can tell just by looking at her. Her body bruised and broken. His breath catches in his throat, he can hardly breathe. Cradling her limp form, he cries and her life fades.
Days later her stands by her casket, a zombied version of his former self. The last words he'd ever said to her ringing in his ear. "I hate you, I never wanna see you again!" Hurtful, spiteful, lies. To hold her again there's nothing he wouldn't sacrifice. He'd give anything, to kiss her once more.
"Guy, it's time to go." A friend rests a hand on the boy's shoulder and draws his thoughts back to the present.
The boy nods. "I know. I'll meet you at the car." As the friend leaves the boy turns back, running his fingers along the smooth granite surface of her tombstone. "Good bye, Connie. I love you."
This is what really happens when, boy meets girl. There is no Happily Ever After, only a crushing end. I know, I've lived it.