There once was a young boy. Strong and brilliant. He had a seemingly perfect childhood to everyone else but behind closed doors he struggled. He had everything he could ever want yet still he was missing something. The older he got the more empty he felt. He tried to fill the void with pain but it still never worked he was just breaking down more until one day he was sure that he would fade away.
There once was a young girl. Bright and Creative. She had her whole life planned out for her and so far it was going well. A lot of struggles tried to hold her back and many scars that would never heal covered her soul. Scars on her body too, because although she had her life figured out it wasn't what she wanted, it was too much for her. She thought it would always be like this and she wanted to end that. Why live an unwanted life, why live at all when you will always disappoint. She faded away.
He noticed her one sunny afternoon. She had her own aura that drew him to her. She seemed to never speak, trapped in her mind. He didn't want to bother her but his curiosity got the best of him. He watched from afar for a while noticing that she laughed and smiled around others but walking alone she was sad and broken. He himself was broken. How in the hell could he help her when he was falling apart himself.
She noticed him everyday. Always around her. She found it endearing the way he was so concerned about her whereabouts. She would purposely walk by his hangouts just to see if he would look at her. He always did. She noticed he was pretty blue quite often. His friends didn't really notice they just tried to distract him from his thoughts. What was he thinking about that hurt him so much? And when he randomly smiled, what was he thinking about then? She thought maybe it was her he thought of when he would stare off into nothing. HA yeah right, she wasn't anything special, she barely brushed her hair in the mornings. She really wanted to know though. What was it this boy did in his spare time? Did he love art as much as she did? Would he like her art? Did the colour yellow fascinate him as much as it did her? Did he wonder why the sky had to be blue? Or why ladybugs had bright red shells yet dark spots? He always seemed so sad. Maybe he didn't see the world the way she did. She would show him the way she saw the world, maybe that will make him happier. She started talking to him.
He saw the wonder in her eyes. She saw the world so differently and he loved it. Her eyes brightened the more she talked about what she loves. How could he keep her? Surely she won't go for him. He's just, well...who he is and she's, woah. Did she just give him her number?
They talked more and more and the feelings they had couldn't be described. She started to focus on the way she looked, wore makeup and started shaving her legs again. He was breaking down her walls and she was terrified but excited. She swore to never love so easily but those eyes drew her in every time. She fell in love everyday with something new about him. You could see he was the same way. His eyes brightened since they met and he carried himself differently. She was what was missing. This girl is who he waited his whole life for. The angry red marks on her body faded and were replaced with sketches by him. Their whole lives turned around. Never again looking back, they lived their lives together now, supporting each other and keeping the other as happy as can be. This was love. This was what has been missing for so long. This is what she should live for. This is what he needed to fill the emptiness. They completed each other.
"I never want to stop this feeling"
