The way he kept looking at me made it hard for me to find the thread of what I was saying.
He had a blissful look on his face, and looked straight into my eyes, which is why I didn't look back at him. At that moment, I thought something else was happening.
I believed this was when we started to fall for each other, the beginning of what was meant to be the greatest love story yet.
The problem is that I had already envisioned our entire story in my head. I'd be the nice, quiet girl who finally made you, outgoing and careless, settle down.
So, evidently, when the story didn't go the way I had wished it would, I was heartbroken. The thing is my heart didn't break because of you, but because of the idea of you.
I had written our story without truly knowing you, basing who you were in what I wanted you to be.
Thought you were my first love. Now I know, you were my first idea of love. Thought you were responsible for my first heartbreak, when it was my own expectation that brought me down.
I'm sorry I blamed you for a crime that was never committed.