The Beginning Of A Love Story

The worst kind of heartbreak is the one when you know you’re going to get your heart broken
I knew it from the moment I met him that love was something we were both seeking
And I didn’t mean for it to become so temporary
But there was just something about him that had me so addicted at first
Maybe it was the way he memorized my coffee order on our very first date and every date after that
Or maybe it was the way he always apologized for bringing me home so late
Maybe I should’ve listened to my mother when she told me my heart was too small for that kind of love
But we were just a kids and for us, love was something we felt every time we looked at each other
And I knew, I just knew that it wasn’t right
But I couldn’t help but lean in a little bit closer every time he spoke
I took in the complexion of his skin and the sound of his voice
Flashback to the moment I met him
When I stuck out my hand awkwardly and gave him a firm handshake
I cocked my head to the side and smirked because I knew that there was something about him I was always going to remember
And he knew it too because he did the exact same thing






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