Finding the Lost in Me

Prolouge

PROLOGUE

I was coming home from the gym and that's when I saw him. Leaning back onto the pillar next to that coffee shop I always go to when I want some alone time. Away from all the chaos that i call my life. But holy hell this man was fucking beautiful. I really couldn't say that I know a ton of people but somehow I knew that this man triumphs everyone anywhere. Maybe if i just let myself imagine, even for a little bit how it would be if we were together. God how stupid am I. To actually have the audacity to even imagine that someone like him would want to be with someone like me. Even if Caleb wasn't in my life, and it's impossible to explain how badly I wish he wasn't, why would this man even waste a thought on me in the first place? I was nothing. His dark skin made that 5 pm glow hit him just right and he looked about 6 feet but maybe a little taller than that. A good build so i could tell that he obviously worked out but at the same time he wasn't too buff with a ton of muscle taking over his body. He was dressed really well so it was obvious had style and money. I tried my hardest to seem as natural as possible while I somewhat studied his face with everyone passing by because it was rush hour in LA. It was visibly full of tension and I really wanted nothing more than to figure out why. And at that moment, he looked up. Of course he looked up. And right at me no less. I immediately felt my face flush because I was caught staring. But he stared back. The frown lines started to disappear as he relaxed his face just as our eyes met. And he just kept staring. He might have had a slight smile on his lips but i'm not sure if it was my head playing tricks on me. We must've stayed like that for at least 20 seconds. I didn't want to look away cause never again would I see him so i took advantage of this moment as much as i could. "Ayla, what are you doing?" I said to myself. I knew what would happen if Caleb knew what I was imagining with this man so why even risk it.   I'm not one to indulge myself in these fantasies of a better life when I know first hand that they will never come to be. And like a sledgehammer to my glass castle fantasy one of the most stunning women i've ever seen walked up to him and put her hands around his waist shattering whatever stupid thoughts I had. She was dressed from head to toe in designer and confidence that just radiated out of her. So stupid of me to imagine things that would only get me hurt in the end but there was an unwanted feeling of hurt and regret stirring in my body. Why the fuck am I hurt over this. The lady had her hands around his waist yet he was still looking right at me...