My first heartbreak

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Heartbreaks can be really terrible. It’s especially worse the first time. Well, here is how mine went; the very first

Tears are racing down my cheeks as I write

Sorry, you have to get splattered with some

I feel like the life is slowly being sucked out of me 

My heart is shattered, broken into a million,tiny bits

Here's the story

So I'm at the mall

Shopping for a thing or two

When I notice this guy

Beautiful does not do him justice

I have never seen a more perfect creation 

I kept staring as I was certain he wouldnt notice me 

But I was wrong

Halfway through my staring session

He turned and looked right at me

I was taken aback 

my heart lost its normal rhythm

I don't know what happened to oxygen because I was struggling to catch a breath 

He looked at me like he had finally found the one he had been searching for

I felt like the luckiest girl on the planet 

And I thought “Perfect,we share the similar thoughts"

Before I could regain my composure which had long escaped from me

He started walking towards me

I looked around, no one was in sight

It had to be me

He was going to talk to me

‘I hope I still remember how to speak’, I thought

And then he was in front of me

I took in a deep breath and waited

He reached out

I almost lost it

His hand went past me

I became confused

He gave me a weird look and took a bottle of vodka from the shelf behind me

And strode off without as much as a glance

Taking a piece of my heart with him 

The other pieces dont fit together anymore

I hope I get over this rejection.

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