How do you know what it truly means to be in love with someone? Is it the dates you go on or the things you do together, or is it just the heaviness you feel in your heart when you are no more around each other?

Now when I look back, I've no reason to blame you. It wasn't your fault at all, but even today, I am unable to forget how miserably you turned my story from romance to tragedy.

It all started with an angry outburst, how my friends and my forever crush Adrian (obviously you had known him like forever) found it funny to make fun of my singlehood. I mean, why Adrian had to be such an ignorant jerk that he couldn't understand it was all for him.

During my freshman year of high school, Adrian and his ever so beautiful mom Julian moved to our neighborhood. It was still rainbows and unicorns for me until Julian invited us to the house warming party. And that's when I first met Adrian sitting on the stairs with his head buried in the cellphone. His brown hair sat perfectly on his head, and when my Adidas sneakers echoed in the floorboard of his hall, he looked up, and our eyes met. That was the moment when I fell for his green eyes. He smiled at me, and my eyes couldn't stop taking in all the features of his face. I crushed on his smile, and even today, I think he has the most beautiful smile.

From that day onwards till the end of my senior year, I kept all my thoughts and feelings surrounded by him. I was okay with being able to hang out with him, be his friend, go on weekend trips around the town, and sometimes even to the bonfire. These occasional moments when I got to be around him made me feel I wasn't single. Not until Adrian brought his date, Lisa, to the bonfire that night, and everyone else was with their dates too.

"Seriously, Violet, you should date someone," Emma said, leaning her back against Fred, who was more into the beer he was chugging down than the girl in his embrace. I could never understand the need to have such emotionless connections with people to be not considered a prude.

"Thanks, but I would rather not." I scoffed, giving a side look to Adrian and Lisa, lost in their bubble. The way their bodies were tangled together made me nauseous. Adrian kissed her cheeks, and that was my cue to gawk at the fire instead.

Adrian let out throaty laughter and joined the party. "If V wants to celibate, we should let her be."

His words hit me like an arrow, he was the reason I wasn't dating anyone, and he dared to make fun of me. That was it for me. He made my blood boil with pure despise. And in a fit of anger and resentment, I left their company and dialed your number. I thought it would be one of the guys who called me in the afternoon, Jamie, was it? But no, it had to be you, Augustus. You were the last one who called me. Why and for what reason, I didn't know. But you did, and I ended up completing the circle of our destiny.

It was as if fate had been plotting it from the day we were born. A thunderous fireball fell into our lives at the perfect moment burning both of us into ashes.

"Can we go on a date?" I demanded of you, not even knowing it was you.

And you could have denied or hung up on me, but you didn't.

"Yes, we can." You said, and right then, that was our beginning, the ending of which only you knew.

I wish you could read this, or more likely, I know you would never read this, but I'm not sure how else to reach out.

-Violet