You will not listen until it’s too late.
You’ll meet him at the most random place, at the most random time. You didn’t expect him; you just prayed for him. You wished someone like him would come into your life, and he does, right when you don’t expect it. He will ask you out to coffee, and you will hesitate. You go anyway. He takes you to a nice place, somewhere near you for your convenience. What you don’t expect is he brings his family with him, and you meet them for the first time, totally unprepared and looking very haggard from work. He doesn’t care; he tells you, you look pretty. You will lead him to Starbucks, and he will buy coffee for the both of you: Dark Mocha, his favorite. You ask about his siblings and what University they are in and you watch him in the light and see how beautiful he is; right then, you know he isn’t the one.
You go out with him again, and he takes you to a parking lot. It gives you a thrill, and it becomes your parking lot – the one you share with him. You’ll talk about his past over a couple of smokes, and you’d realize how deep of a person he actually is. You’ll have your first fight over a girl he knows, to which he denied his feelings for you. You’re hurt, but you pretend you’re not, and he makes it up to you the best he can. Your heart will soften. He promises he won’t do it ever again and that he’s sorry that he did. You realize, he isn’t the one.
You write for him. This boy doesn’t read, but he will read all your works about him, because he cherishes it. Through it, he finds out things about you and what you think of him. He loves it. You will fight with him on your first month – you will fight with him a lot – but by this time, you have forgotten what you fought about or if it was even worth it. You will have endless sleepless nights together, on the phone, just talking for hours until the sun comes up and hear him fall asleep on you slowly, his breathing the only thing you hear. You will find it endearing, but you already know, he isn’t the one.
After numerous fights, you break up with him. For good this time. And you don’t expect him to walk away, but he does. You will spend your nights regretting him for all he’s worth and the time you wasted with him when you could’ve been with someone else. You will stalk him and feel bad when you realize he’s moved on without you. You get angry at yourself. And you say you should have listened the first time you said he just wasn’t the one.
You always knew, but didn’t listen. You knew because of the way his eyes sparkled when he first saw you, and you knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that. He wasn’t supposed to look at you like you were the prize; you were the challenge that he had to win. You knew because the one isn’t supposed to mistreat you the way he does, even with the most minor things. He’s not supposed to be insensitive to how you feel. You knew he wasn’t the one because he falls asleep on you regularly and you let him, but when it comes to you, he gets mad. He was unfair. You knew he wasn’t the one because he made you regret. Happy times were not enough to overpower the bad.
You will wish you can restart your love story all over again. Because the heartbreak is fresh, you will want it to be right this time. You will do everything to make it right. But when you learn to be smart and think for yourself, you wouldn’t want to do it again. You will be happy and contented, and you can safely say that if you were given a chance to meet him again for the very first time, you would walk the fuck away. Because he just wasn’t the one.