I believe a girl herself breaks her heart.
We get this expectation of how a relationship's supposed to be. But when the relationship isn't like that we get upset.
So I believe only we, can break our own hearts, because we make an expectation of how things are supposed to be when it's not like that at all.
I fell inlove.
And here's my story of how...


2. Chapter 1

Alex's POV

I walked over to my fathers grave, tears already welling up in my eyes, "I'm so sorry Daddy." I said as I laid a single Rose.

"I miss you, I know when I was little you'd tell me to stay away from boys, I don't think we'll have to worry about that though, I haven't met a boy yet. Nobody likes me Daddy..." I swallowed as a tear slipped my cheek. "I'm not a pretty girl..."

"Hello?" I felt a hand tap my shoulder.

I slowly turned around to be locked with green eyes, they were mesmerizing...

I gulped, "Hi.." I whispered.

"I over heard you conversation while walking by, your a very pretty girl. I'm sorry about your father.." He sadly smiled, I stayed quiet, "I lost my mother, her name was Anne. She was a lovely mum.."

"I-I... I'm so sorry.." I said a bit lost for words.

"It's okay. Their in a better place. They're not stuck in this hell hole." He said looking at his feet. "Yeah.."

"But your a very pretty girl, it's a shame you haven't found a boy yet. He'd be a lucky boy." The green eyed man smiled.

I blushed, "Thank you." I mumbled.

"No problem." He smiled, I noticed he had a dimple,

"You have beautiful eyes." he commented

My eyes? They were only Hazel, not very special if you ask me. I preferred Green over Hazel any day. I don't like Hazel. Don't get me wrong it's a beautiful color, just not on me. I didn't like much about myself...

"I like yours better." I said looking at my hands.

"Why.? They're only green? I prefer Hazel, you have two colors in one." He sighed looking over the graves.

"But your eye color is beautiful, not to mention rare. Only 2% of the world has green eyes. Yours are special. Mine are... Boring." I mumbled. He smiled and shook his head.

"You don't like yourself very much do you?" He said looking into my boring eyes.

"No, I understand if you don't like me. I don't either." I sighed. He laughed, "Your not like other people are you? I think that what I like about you."

"So you like me.?" A smile formed on my face.

"Yep. Do you like me?" He grinned popping the 'p'.

"Yep." I giggled. Popping the 'p'.

He looked around and sighed.

"I have to go..." He mumbled, "But I'll be back here tomorrow at 12 to see my mother... Maybe I'll see you here too...?"

"Yeah.. You will." I smiled. He waved and said goodbye as I did the same.

I watched as he made his way out of the grave yard. I smiled and sighed.

He was a very attractive boy. Curly brown locks, deep green eyes, he had a dimple indented in his left cheek. He was adorable, I admit he was very polite for a 19 year old I'm guessing? He was just lovely.

I walked over to a grave that had grass covering the headstone. I wiped it off. It's a shame nobody comes to clean them off...

I cleaned a few more before my mind wondered to the green eyed boy.

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