sjsprWriting

Once upon a time, I met a boy.

A boy with porcelain skin and caramel eyes that held the whole universe.

He whispered Spanish poetry under his breath, and always carried a black, leather notebook.

One day, the boy started whispering sweet nothings in my ear when no one was looking.

One day, the boy started putting his hand on my knees and twirling his index finger around my hair.

One day, the boy put his lips on mine.

One day, the boy was the most important thing in my life.

Once upon a time, I loved you so much I couldnt be myself without you.

I searched for you in every face, in every coversation, in every corner, in every room, in every shadow, in every memory...

Once upon a time, I loved you more than I loved myself

And that was the problem.