"He Had Loved Her Undeniably Fast In A Way That Took His Own Breath Away."

He had loved her undeniable fast in a way that took his own breath away. A little boy that grows up without a father, and a mother that he had presumed didn't work hard enough, but instead worked just enough. A little girl that grows up with a mom, her best friend, and a father that barely called once a week. Even without thinking there's a powerful coincidence. She had given her his book, allowing him to write within her margins. Then he knew her. Then she knew him. Of course they'd run around small streets, tears on her face and a doubtful feeling about her long term boyfriend; him with an idea so persistent that his mind couldn't ever think of anything else besides her wide eyed gaze. At a time, maybe he had been fighting for something completely hopeless, but when he had the pleasure to lay his lips on hers in a wide, beautifully, romantically set yard he had finally realized that maybe his ideas weren't so far fetched. And so he'd watch her walk down cracked sidewalks and laugh at town meetings. Maybe he'd even watch her graceful but clumsy feet dance her way into his dream but her heartbreak. And maybe jealousy is something more powerful than anyone every anticipated. And maybe making sure that she had been 'okay' had been the tell all, it had revealed months of concealed emotions. And so she'd have a blue arm cast that reminded her of the boy in the leather jacket that grew up in a bustling city, while she had grown up in a small town. And maybe you could say it wasn't love, but when the city noises ran through her ears, and the only motive was to just find him. How couldn't it be love? And maybe he'd decide to come back, and maybe it wasn't for her, but his eyes and longing stares tell otherwise. He'd have a new girl on his arm in no time, and she'd wonder why her taken heart had hurt so much with the heartbreak from someone that hadn't of been hers. Then one early morning she'd get all dressed up to dance and he'd go to watch, not only watch but prove a point. By the end of the night she'd believe that she had been actually heartbroken but really her heart had leaped at the chance of new possibilities. He had been danger, she had been safe. And maybe he did love too fast, but at the time it seemed like the only way to love such a beautiful creature as she. They'd kiss in secret, for a love like that shouldn't have been shared with monotonous people. He made her feel alive. Everyday they had held hands, she had felt as if rules were being broken. And when people figured out that the fresh snow had brought new romances, they figured out just how much love could be shared between two people that might not even know what love is. But as the snow melted and spring came, life changed. He changed. He screwed up. He broke her too many times. It wasn't his fault, for he had broken his own heart, breaking hers in return. His arms pushed her away, then he ran. Ran so far that he didn't even know if he had even ever in his life lived so near to her. He'd call, she'd answer, he'd hang up. Her heart was shattered, because for the first time it had been chemistry. It had been conversations about heated topics and separated opinions. It had been everything. He wouldn't call, he wouldn't even come back until the following winter. She'd catch a glimpse and run, for now it was her turn to run away. "I love you," couldn't save their love, maybe because it had already been thrown away or maybe because she trusted him too much but didn't trust herself. Her response would be no, because she knew that she couldn't love him, for this time she wasn't ready as he had been in that moment. Maybe they did love too fast, and maybe that did break them apart at the seams. But it also made them grow. Nobody knew her better than he did, and vice versa. And see nobody can say that it wasn't love, for no one loved so tragically but beautifully all at once as two teenagers who were so unsure of themselves that they placed each other's trust in each other's hands. That's what love is. He loved her. She loved him. Simple as that.