He was a raging storm, fierce yet passionate, aggressive yet polite, tall, dusky and exceptionally good looking, and active in sports, excellent in academia, infinitely ambitious. He was unstoppable. He was everything that was too good to be true. .
He was everything I sought for in a guy.
I was vain. When I saw him for the first time, I was instantly attracted to him. In a room full of attractive people, he looked at me like I was the only one he cared about. I'd blush and his face would break into a smile every time he'd see me go red and he'd smile, because he'd know. .
But it wasn't his external attributes that made me fall in love with him.
Hidden beneath that tough exterior was a mystery. A guy who had the capability to love but who chose to stay away from it, someone who could lead an entire pack but was broken within. He refused to talk about it. His guards were up. I never knew what it meant until I felt a force push me away every time I tried breaking through those walls. It was exhausting yet addictive just like his smile which had the hint of a warm sunshine and his deep dark eyes, the only gateway to his bountiful of emotions, carefully guarded beneath his skin. .
I fell in love. I wanted to mend him, I wanted to fix his broken pieces, I wanted to protect him, I wanted to venture into this labyrinth of mystery and set his demons free. .
But he pulled away. "I don't like being tied down," he'd said and just like an hourglass unable to hold the sands of time, I loved him too much to hold him captive. If he'd reciprocate my feelings he'd stay, if not, I'd choose to let go.
by Suchi Gandhi (@suchiwrites )
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