I once new a gal named Jadyne. She was a magnificent, little fiery pixie. She had this way about life that was refreshing and, not to mention, she had this beauty that, at the time, was absolutely unmatched in any person that I had ever met before in my entire life. When I 'met' her, I honestly thought to myself,
"Shit, this girl has such potential to be the one. She's literally everything I have ever dreamed of."
She harmonized with the world around her much like the way I had always tried to but it didn't always seem to work out quite like that for me, mostly due to a coldness and bitterness in my heart. Then, as it would so happen, she was mine. Surely and truly, I was able to call this wonderful creature mine, but it would be very short-lived. I had been single for quite some time and was not used to the new fresh scent of relationship and my flirty side came out, which I did actually tell her because I felt I should and that's where it ended. I was hurting. But, I had hurt her too and it absolutely sucked.
For the next couple months, I spent it in a drunken stupor. Drugs and alcohol were basically my life at the time, I had said fuck it. But that's when I met her, Jasmine. She took my breathe away. I thought, no way in a million years would this woman be interested in me. One night, I saw her in the cafe, so I sat down and talked to her. Everything else just blurred, it was just me and her, nothing else mattered. Nothing else was even there. A half hour conversation seemed to last for hours but at the same time, it all went by in the blink of an eye. I had invited her over to the art building where I had to work late to finish a project. We sat in there for a couple hours, talking as I slowly did my project.
Jasmine was a one of a kind woman. No, she was just a child, just freshly 18 a few months earlier, but she was amazing, nonetheless. She had this thought, that she didn't want to live past her 21st birthday. She had a dream that she thought was an impossibility. She was more beautiful than anything and everyone I had ever met. If I were to go blind, I would wish she were the last thing I would see because that's how truly breathe taking she is. A petite little thing but with a mind that has the capability to blow you away. But the weird thing was, she thought she was nothing.
There was one hitch though, I was a few weeks shy of moving back to Florida. Knowing this, it probably made this whole entire situation worse, amplified feelings. Prior to meeting her, my entire life was flipped upside down. Everything hit the shitter and I felt like I hit rock bottom, but knowing her, I was on cloud 9. During my short time with this incredible girl, I had changed, and I had changed her, or at least that's what she confessed. She told me she didn't want to die anymore. That she was happier knowing me.
Then, it would happen, 3 nights before I was to move back to Florida, she kissed me, absolutely jumped me is more like it, but the feeling, it punched me in the stomach. I don't think I had ever felt so strongly about a kiss before in my life, the events following said kiss, I will not divulge, (oh fine, we had sex, for like 2 fucking hours too). The night after though, we were under this pole, that had Christmas lights surrounding it going to the ground. We were joined in hands and spinning around. We talked alot that night. When it came down to it, she took my pack of cigarettes, grabbed one of them, flipped it upside down, shoved it back in there and said to me this statement,
"Save this cigarette because when we meet again, you'll smoke yours and Ill smoke mine. Don't smoke it before then. Keep it."
That was mid December of 2012. The next followings months, we would talk periodically. Nothing special, nothing even close to resembling conversations that we had once had. Til, eventually, the conversations stopped. Replies were left unanswered. Now, it's as if we didn't exist at all. The only thing that was left, was a cigarette with the name Jasmine on the filter. That was my only physical evidence that any of this had really happened. But, now it's gone. Thrown in the trash. Much like the relationship or even the friendship that once was. Now, it's just another memory that I'll likely forget one day soon. Of a girl, who was so absolutely perfect. Someone who I thought the world of.
"Shit, this girl has such potential to be the one. She's literally everything I have ever dreamed of."
She harmonized with the world around her much like the way I had always tried to but it didn't always seem to work out quite like that for me, mostly due to a coldness and bitterness in my heart. Then, as it would so happen, she was mine. Surely and truly, I was able to call this wonderful creature mine, but it would be very short-lived. I had been single for quite some time and was not used to the new fresh scent of relationship and my flirty side came out, which I did actually tell her because I felt I should and that's where it ended. I was hurting. But, I had hurt her too and it absolutely sucked.
For the next couple months, I spent it in a drunken stupor. Drugs and alcohol were basically my life at the time, I had said fuck it. But that's when I met her, Jasmine. She took my breathe away. I thought, no way in a million years would this woman be interested in me. One night, I saw her in the cafe, so I sat down and talked to her. Everything else just blurred, it was just me and her, nothing else mattered. Nothing else was even there. A half hour conversation seemed to last for hours but at the same time, it all went by in the blink of an eye. I had invited her over to the art building where I had to work late to finish a project. We sat in there for a couple hours, talking as I slowly did my project.
Jasmine was a one of a kind woman. No, she was just a child, just freshly 18 a few months earlier, but she was amazing, nonetheless. She had this thought, that she didn't want to live past her 21st birthday. She had a dream that she thought was an impossibility. She was more beautiful than anything and everyone I had ever met. If I were to go blind, I would wish she were the last thing I would see because that's how truly breathe taking she is. A petite little thing but with a mind that has the capability to blow you away. But the weird thing was, she thought she was nothing.
There was one hitch though, I was a few weeks shy of moving back to Florida. Knowing this, it probably made this whole entire situation worse, amplified feelings. Prior to meeting her, my entire life was flipped upside down. Everything hit the shitter and I felt like I hit rock bottom, but knowing her, I was on cloud 9. During my short time with this incredible girl, I had changed, and I had changed her, or at least that's what she confessed. She told me she didn't want to die anymore. That she was happier knowing me.
Then, it would happen, 3 nights before I was to move back to Florida, she kissed me, absolutely jumped me is more like it, but the feeling, it punched me in the stomach. I don't think I had ever felt so strongly about a kiss before in my life, the events following said kiss, I will not divulge, (oh fine, we had sex, for like 2 fucking hours too). The night after though, we were under this pole, that had Christmas lights surrounding it going to the ground. We were joined in hands and spinning around. We talked alot that night. When it came down to it, she took my pack of cigarettes, grabbed one of them, flipped it upside down, shoved it back in there and said to me this statement,
"Save this cigarette because when we meet again, you'll smoke yours and Ill smoke mine. Don't smoke it before then. Keep it."
That was mid December of 2012. The next followings months, we would talk periodically. Nothing special, nothing even close to resembling conversations that we had once had. Til, eventually, the conversations stopped. Replies were left unanswered. Now, it's as if we didn't exist at all. The only thing that was left, was a cigarette with the name Jasmine on the filter. That was my only physical evidence that any of this had really happened. But, now it's gone. Thrown in the trash. Much like the relationship or even the friendship that once was. Now, it's just another memory that I'll likely forget one day soon. Of a girl, who was so absolutely perfect. Someone who I thought the world of.