Forgetting Charlotte

Chapter one: The End

Did you ever love somebody; I mean love somebody so much that you can't remember your life before them.  

You meet them and the moments your eyes meet, it's as if you see a lost piece of your soul, now found, now where it should be.  

Your hands have to touch, warmth consuming you, making you feel as if now everything is going to be right.  

You have to speak, and before the greetings are done you know, you know that this person will change your life.  

You know deep down inside that this was somebody you were meant to meet, and though you had no idea that this person existed a moment ago, you know now that that you will never forget them.

I knew that night that I met him that I would never be the same; I sensed it as we talked. The words blurring in my mind as I tried to focus on the tone of his voice, noting where his voice rose and fell in words. I watched his movements as he tried, successfully, through the night to inch closer and closer to me. His body language, his tone, all his outside appearance were as cool and confident as I hoped I was being, but it was his eyes, his steel grey eye's, that told me we shared the same thought.  

Though his hands were as animated as the comical stories he acted out for me, it was his eye's that remained my focus. He never lost his gaze, staring directly into mine the entire time. It wasn't a glare, it was a look that seemed to be searching my eye's for a response to the question we both felt was there. "What was this?"  

His eyes were steadfast, wide with a bit of wonderment, darting back and forth across my face at the end of each topic of conversation as if perhaps the rest of my face would tell him what to do next. But his stare always returned to mine, and I felt excited all over by it.

By the end of the night we verbally agreed that we should see each other again, but inside I knew we HAD to see each other again. We had to know where this was leading us, or if we were even in charge. We exchanged numbers and simple goodbyes, his hand lingering a little longer on mine as we shook goodbye. I could see by his face there was no disappointment that we wouldn't be going home tonight, I don't even think he considered it. I knew he, like me, was still trying to figure out where the bolt of lightning that hit us came from, both a little scared, both a little curious. I knew as I walked home that night that I would never be the same person, I just didn't know what that meant.

I still remember that night as if it was yesterday, the wonderment, the curiosity. I still remember how I felt my life was changed forever; I remember it most today, because today he left my life.