Broken.

He didn’t believe in love at first sight. It took about 5 minutes.

He could feel the connection as soon as they started talking. It was electric, pausing time. The world stopped except for the two of them. He thought other people noticed it, too. He wondered if it was normal to meet someone and immediately desire to spend a lifetime learning how they think, how they feel, how they came to be…them. He could see that they shared ambitions and interests, appreciations and perceptions. They shared a world-view.

He didn’t believe in fate. He did believe the chances of finding this girl was a million to one.

But it’s never straight forward, like it is in romance movies or novels. It was complicated. She was so loving, so full of kindness, warmth and compassion. She was beautiful, by every metric of the word. Everyone who ever met her probably had the same reaction he does. How could he think he was any different? This girl would steal the heart of everyone she touched. Who was he to be her anchor, her tether, her cage?

He was dark enough to see her light. And he knew he was not worthy. It was just a matter of time before she realized it, too. Why put himself through that? He could not get attached. He could not tell her how he really felt. He built a wall from his heart to the sky, to protect her from himself. To protect himself from her. He had to push her away.

She tried to call him, but got no answer. She couldn’t understand why. She thought they had a spark, a connection. She couldn’t believe she had finally found someone who utterly understood her, who shared her ambition and interests, her appreciations and perceptions. Her worldview. She was shattered.

He didn’t believe in happy endings. So he created a tragedy.

Reviews

[matrixmark]

I really liked the way in which you described the wall as high as the sky - nice use of words. I wanted to tell, no shout at the guy and tell him to pick up the phone and just say... 'hi'

So, the way in which you have ended this I feel could open up into a story , which would hold many twists and turns.

I do hope you write more on this piece.

Mark.