The crooked smile of his pearly white teeth and the flow of his golden blonde hair. The light shade of blue that landed on me by accident but still managed to make me skin tingle and heart skip a beat. Jeans that encased hidden wonders and the blue sweatshirt that longed to be draped around my shoulders. I should know what I'm missing because I almost had him. Wrapped around my finger, he talked endlessly when I needed it and texted even if I never replied. But as suddenly as it began, it ended. For the first time, I began to message him but got no reply. At school, I watched as he avoided me and then the pain became a part of me. Losing a friend hurt but not knowing what I did wrong was worse. Weeks passed, months even, and I slowly started to rebuild my shattered heart. Before I knew it, my friend and I were crushing over the same guys and my long lost friend was in the past. However, later in life I learned that he had met someone who, after a few days, became officially taken. Although the jarred door had closed, anger and realization traveled throughout my veins; I wasn't easy enough.