Zlaw’s Echo

She was always like the Sun to me. From the very first time I saw her, I was mesmerised. I had to look away, not to stare, but I wished I didn’t need to adhere to such pedestrian rules of conduct. That’s how bright she was to me, in every sense of the word. She was as beautiful and caring as she was smart, radiating goodness from inside and out, a beacon of hope in an otherwise suddenly bland landscape. She was this perfect flame no one could possibly hold a candle to, seemed to have that fire in her heart nothing could ever put out. From that moment on, everything I did pretty much revolved around her. Every friend I had had, every hobby I had catered to so far was put aside, not completely forgotten but relegated to the back of my mind, eclipsed by the discovery of her glorious existence and an imperious craving to reach out to her, without knowing how. And maybe, somewhere deep down, knowing it would never be possible. She was the centre of my planetary system, impossible to ign...