Prologue

The first time I saw him was not love at first site. The first time I saw him, there was a general attraction, but it definitely was not love. I had been fighting and yearning for something that I could not have. I had been fighting for something that was not going to fight back for me. I didn't realize this until it was too late.  

The first time that I had let him see me cry, I was devastated. 

The first time I told him that I was done, that this was it for us, I wept in my room for days. 

Who was this boy? The one that had wedged himself into my life without asking for permission? 

Who was I? Who was I to decide to bring him into my own little game?

The first time I saw him was not love at first sight. 

But, with him walking out of the steel door to our high school, I wish it had been. I wish I would have found out that I loved him sooner.

Author's Note

I know it is short, but I didn't want to give too much away.