"Falling in Love " by Justin P

There she was, standing with her friends before class waiting for me. Her name is Harper Owens and she is the girl of my dreams. Harper and I are childhood friends and we’d always talk and hangout when we had the time. We’ve been friends for so long that I can’t remember a time when we weren’t together. In that time, I would say we got very close to one another. Ask me a question about her and I’d most likely have an answer to give. I believe that it’s just like that the other way around, too. We’d always be mistaken as a couple out in public and our friends always tease us about that whenever they could. I don’t blame them because I honestly want to be with her. It has always been a dream of mine, Harper and I as a couple living well together and only for each other. 

When she’s not with me, all I can think about is her and how she is doing. I would yearn for her embrace and dream of the next time I can see her again. When I’m with her, though, I forget all of my problems and it feels like everything is going to be okay. She makes my heart melt when she smiles at me and her laugh is the sweetest thing I could ever hear from her. When she’s down, all I want to do is bring back that beautiful spark in her majestic, blue eyes and keep her from any other harm. I want to just hold her and do all I can to show her just how much I love her. She’s all I’ve ever desired and she’s enough for me to feel happy if I could be with her. I’ve always wanted her to be mine because I will always be hers. Although, I know I shouldn’t because of one important thing. 

There is something you should know about Harper. I don’t know why she does this or if she even has a good reason to do so, but she would always spend her free time with other guys. There would be those strangers that she’d meet somewhere and just spend the night with, the “regulars” she would visit and worst of all are the people she hurts along the way. The one’s who are in a relationship with her partners. She would always let them know what she had done and leave everyone broken. None of those late nights out or the compliments and gifts they give matters to her, just as a fun way to pass time. I’ve begged her to stop this and asked her why, but she’d just brush me off every time. I don’t think she ever really cared about anyone else but herself. 

There are those nights where I think to myself, “Is she worth it?” All those lonely nights yearning for her warm embrace that she so freely gives out to strangers. However cruel her methods may be to those she leaves behind, at the very least she gave them the common courtesy of a good time and all of her attention, none of which she gives to me. After all these years together, I can safely say we are so close yet so far from each other at the same time. Although, every night ends the same as the last. Regardless of her practice, I still love her. I still want to be with her and to care for her, even when she so clearly does not want to be with me. That’s the thing about love, you don’t always have a say in who you fall for. Sometimes there’s someone on the other side to catch you when you do and it can be the happiest feeling in the world, but other times you just fall.