The one

And then there’s that boy. He was the one for her, and she was the one for him. But he needed space, he couldn’t handle a relation. She needed more, he wanted less. At least that’s what he thought… So they broke op. The girl felt like torn apart, the boy couldn’t think of anything else but her. But he constantly reminded himself that this was for the best, so he tried to forget and he finally found what he wanted. Freedom, friends, everything and more. But every girl he saw, reminded him of the one. The one he let go of. And every time he was drunk, every girl in the room looked like her. They all looked at him with her big blue eyes. They all seemed to have fun, the same way she always had. But he was stubborn, he still thought this was for the best. And every night, before he went to sleep, he saw her face. He heard her giggle. He felt her touch. Still he thought it was just part of the process, but the process already took months. One day he really saw her, and he got sick. He didn’t know why he ever left her. Still she was beautiful, still she looked happy. Like she never changed at all. Unfortunately she didn’t mention him, he decided that was for the best. But he knew something had to change. He looked at old photos and then looked in the mirror. The guy with the twinkle in his eyes disappeared, he looked unhappy. And finally he knew that’s what he felt for months. At that point he knew, she was all he needed.

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