Its now that I realize, with tear-filled eyes, what I thought was perfect and would be my chance at true bliss, it was a false thought. Hopeful thinking I guess. I try to think of something else, but my mind slips, and all I can think is your hands, tangled in mine, your eyes burning into my soul. Our lips, touching, kissing, only a few times letting your tongue slip through. I don't mind it. Your heartbeat beating faster with each passing second. My heart fluttering with lust, excitement, and a hint of . . . love? I cannot stop thinking about you, because with you something about me is different, but good. With you, I'm the real me. I have a smile on my face, I am not afraid of anything while standing next to you. To you, that was just another day, with just another girl. To me, that was the best night of my life. Soon, i will grasp reality and move on, but until that day, my thoughts will always jump back to that night, back to your beautiful face, and each time it does, I will snap back to reality soon after, I will be left with my shattered heart, I will be left to pick up the pieces, fragile as ever. I will be the one walking through life, with a fake smile, and a small hole in my chest. I will be left with the hurt. Worry not though, I will go on, and one day, you will realize what you left behind, and it will be too late. I take some comfort in that thought. Knowing at some point, you will know exactly how I felt and I wont have any sympathy for you, just like you had none for me.