She taught me to love, but I stopped loving her back.
The high resolution image couldn’t possibly capture, nor could it contain, her transcendent character; yet, in the first instant of exposure, I perceived passion, courage, and a winning mentality—this girl was designed for greatness. My intense glance caramelized into a solid stare, fixating my enchanted eyes on the flickering monitor screen, maybe for a whole ten minutes. I wasn’t merely attracted to her; I was enraptured by her, smitten, felled. Felled by this flawless Facebook photo. More like an advertisement, really.
That sacred Saturday afternoon, nestled in the eons of eternity, marked the first time I succumbed to love.
