• My Romeo- My Biggest Regret.


    I saw him. Oh yes, I saw him. His hair was black, blacker than the midnight sky on a mountain., deeper in color than the universe itself. His eyes were the color of a field in the spring, a color I’d never seen before that very moment. It was that moment that I saw my Romeo. I knew it was him, it had to be him… He glimpsed at me, I glimpsed back. He smiled, and immediately, shyly, slyly, turned to face the direction he was before. That glimpse, that half-a-moment… Full of static, full of wisdom. Our hearts were intertwined, not our lives. We lived far away, for I had traveled from many states away. I had a boyfriend with whom I was not comfortable with. There were so many problems, yet I almost took a chance. I almost talked to him. If I did, I would have seen how luscious his voice was, soothing, and irrevocably irresistible. I may have been slightly unpopular, I was not the best looking, but I knew he liked me, for I liked him, and I could see it in his eyes. It was that special feeling. He was not cute to me, not hot, nor was he handsome to me, he was beautiful, he was a seraph from heaven sent to find me. I just knew it, I knew we had to talk, and he did too.
    ~
    I turned to see her. She was beautiful, with the hair of an angel… She couldn’t have been popular, for she sat up straight (unlike most children in my school). She couldn’t have been from around here, with her hair, brilliant as the sun. No, she would have died it to fit in. I would have died to talk to her, to speak… To hear how vibrant her voice was. Did she think the same way? I didn’t know. In that little time that I looked into her eyes, I felt so many things… One was love. I knew she was my Juliet, but I didn’t know what to do. I had to leave.
    ~
    He turned around. My heart sank. He couldn’t have liked me back, it so seemed, but I knew, deep inside, he was the one. We might be young, but we’re not foolish. I wasn’t foolish. I just knew he was the one… And the world ended around me… For my Romeo, my soul mate, our souls intertwined… Walked away. I wouldn’t ever see him again, I couldn’t ever see him again. He was gone. Just like the story, that one famous tale… One dies, and the other dies with it. That hole between us, keeping us apart, was shyness and curiosity. Keeping us apart was like combining two irregular magnets together. It was easy to separate, though they just MUST fit together, they must, for they knew it. There would always be a path around magnets, but not with him. Not with my Romeo. He was gone. One died, and I died with him.