When I had met him, I was only one out of a million. A girl who had gone to his concert, and who came to the meet and greet afterwards. There is nothing extraordinary about me. It would not be a difficult task to find a girl prettier than me, and there are plenty of people with more self-confidence, more poise than I could ever wish for. He could have almost any girl he ever wanted, so what would he want with me?
Yet, something strange--something unexplainable happened when I touched his hand. Something right, and good and wonderful. I gave him my heart when I touched his hand, and I think he gave me his.
At first it surprised me. I looked up at him shocked at the sudden burst of feeling. I had just met him, I'm not even sure if I had told him my name yet, yet something was completed in that split second. I could see by the look of surprise and confusion in his beautiful, smiling eyes that he felt it too.
In that split second of contact I had lived a million lives.
Then it was over. Another girl pushed me out of the way. I didn't even get to tell him my name. As I was pushed backwards I tried to keep my eyes on him, but before long too many people had gotten in between us. Panic washed over me. I needed to see him again. He had kept my heart with him when I left, and as I got pushed out of his life I had taken his. We were connected until the end of time, no matter how far apart we were.
I have never felt before nor have I felt since anything even remotely close to what I felt in that split second.But if I knew only believed in one thing, it was that no person, no object, no circumstance could ever even think of stopping true love.
What do you guys think?? should i keep going? is it worth it?? comment please =]]
