You and her were the ones that never were, the greatest story to never to be told, so they say. The weeks, the months and the years eventually began to fade, but you never forgot the love you left to waste. From the moment you met her eyes, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again, no matter how life planned out. Ninety-nine times you underestimated the power a feeling could hold, and on the hundredth time, you finally realized why. Scared, anxious, nervous, and worried that you couldn’t ever be enough. The best thing about love, however, is that it knows no bounds. It’s not always looks, it’s not always a laugh or a smile or even a kiss, but it is the heart and the soul of a person, and on the hundredth and first time, it seemed as if she disproved all logic that the hardest part is setting your heart on the line.
For a hundred times, it was always you who was holding the look and attempting to play the game, but when it happened for the first time that she looked your way, not once but twice, everything changed. She realized that love wasn’t brand new, that it had always lived in this very place. She laughed and she smiled as she said your name softly. You realized that all the lonely nights and the pain all added up to this, that all it took was for her to look at you and look back again, the way you had always done. It had been a long time, but the right time doesn’t always come immediately.
The hardest part is setting your heart out on the line. Does it fall or does it fly? Well, when she finally said those three little words back to you, it flew; it soared high into a lovers’ sky.