The rain poured down plastering my hair to my face. I stood there on my doorstep staring into the blue-green ocean pools that were his eyes. Instead of thinking of the mascara running down my cheek and despite fact that I was sure my hair looked like straw, I was in bliss. He held my hand tight in his and I had to forcefully slip my hand out of his strong grasp to get away. I wanted to stay in his arms forever and listen to the rain pour down and feel his warmth. He walked towards his car and I stood on the porch staring. I listened to the sound of the engine until I was only imagining that I could still hear it. This was the fairytale moment I had been waiting for. It was exactly the type of cheesy romance novel that I always wished for. I loved it. I loved him. I always asked myself why. Why would he pick me? Every girl in the world wanted him. He could get anyone he wanted to. He picked me, the girl with average looks, with average intelligence that was average in just about anything. The only thing that made me special was that he was my boyfriend. Jake Cahill. He was perfect. He was the guy that stopped traffic. Captain of the football team, straight a student, all the clichés that are in every girl’s fantasy. He was also a thief. He stole every girl’s heart. Everyone who met him wanted him. I have him, but why?
March 3, 2010