John's Pov
Having a crush on a girl is like saying I love her. With the quiet girl who sat in the back of the room, it was having a crush. I tried my best all year to make her laugh, but she would act like she didn't even hear me. She had black hair, it was straight and silky. In the lightning of the room it would shine, when she wasn't looking I would stare at her rare beauty. Her eyes were greenish blue, they always had sadness hidden in them, but I didn't know why. When Advanced Math started this year, she was in there, right next to me. I always noticed that she wore long sleeves. I tried to get a peek at her skin, but she kept moving away. As soon as I know it, she was out of the room. The teacher fell asleep so I decided to get out and to secretly talk to her, but in the end I ended up on her roof telling her I loved her. I don't regret ever doing that. Every girl liked me, when I say every, I mean every. I guess it was because of my always tan skin, dark hair, chestnut eyes, abs, and my freckles. I can't help having god damn good looks. Every girl, tried to destroy us they usually failed, up until now.
I use to tell her I would fix her, help her to get through every mistake, every little thing that made her cry. When I found her dead, it was worse than losing my own life. She was my life, like I use to tell her we are soulmates. Love maybe defined in a dictionary, but our love was something no one could say ever happened before. This night was the worst night of my life; I sit here looking out my window watching the stars attempt to cheer me up. I knew that if I was either going to die happy to see her again, or to die being sad that I moved on to a woman I was never happy to be with. I like the first choice, now I'm making it happen. I blinked trying to think of what to do, when I saw an angel.
"John, don't," The angel spoke to me in the light and came closer and I realized it was my angel.
"I-I can't be happy without you," I told her with tears in my eyes, I stood up staring into her eyes, the light gave them a twinkle and it was like I was dreaming.
"You think that now, there are other people out there for you. I made a mistake that cost my life, don't make the same one, move on to a woman who wants you, who needs me," She admitted to my face making me look down in sadness.
"But you want me, you need me," I spoke thinking it was the truth, she looked away then back.
"That was when I was alive, when I needed to be fixed. I'm dead now, I've been fixed. When you die, I'll be in heaven and I'll see you. All boys and girls never forget their first love, but it doesn't mean it is their only," She truthfully told me as she sat down beside me on my bed.
"I'll try," I told her looking down. When she followed my gaze I kissed her. Her lips tasted like nothing, but I will say it was the best one. She pulled away smiled and blushed, but then she faded away. I fell back onto my bed.
Now, I'm 78 still unmarried. I never found someone as good as her, I dated others, but I still was never happy. Right now, I'm sitting in a room at a nursing home. I had a view of the beach from this room. She adored the beach, I cried under my thick glasses. I used to tell my nieces and nephews about this story and they would jump up and down and say, "Uncle John, tell us the truth! That is amazing!" And they would sit there in shock. I would chuckle to myself; tonight I felt like was my last night of life. That night I passed away in my sleep, when I reached heaven I looked 13 again and ran to Alana. I kissed her and smiled like I never smiled before. That my friend, is how you know true love or what you call, love at first sight.
