(This is based on the movie 500 Days of Summer.)
I saw him in a conference room. I saw him gaze at me like he'd never seen a girl in his entire life. I felt like I was the only one there. I knew that he was not the one. I also knew he wanted to be the one.
I loved him. It was the love of movies, of fairy tales. It was the kind of love old English arias were written about, the type which young rock bands crooned about. It was a love which I wanted. But I knew it. I always did. I loved him but he was not the last one I would love.
When I found out how much he was loved me, I wanted him to be the the one. The last one I'd ever love. How much I cried, hoped and prayed that fate would change. How I wished that I did not know it would end. I fought against it with all my might. I told him things I never told anyone before. I WANTED to tell him all those things. I wish his ears were the last to hear those words.
I pried myself away from him. He fought to come closer. I was stronger, though. My heart felt like someone had ripped it out of my chest. I could barely breathe. I know he couldn't either.
Then I met HIM. I was really, truly happy. HE made my life complete. He did not know me inside out but he wanted to know. HE was the one chosen for me and I was not going to let that go. I loved HIM more than anything.
But I never stopped loving Tom.