The moment the girl met the boy.

The moment the girl met the boy.

From the moment she saw him, she knew she fancied him.

From the moment he messaged her, she knew it was dangerous.

                From the moment they first met, just the two of them, she knew she wanted to date him.

From the moment they first argued, she knew it was trouble.

                From the moment they had their first drinks, she knew she wanted him as her boyfriend.

From the moment he asked her to be only his, she knew it would be harmful.

                From the moment he intensely touched and aroused her, she knew it was right.

From the moment he tried to leave her, she knew she was going to bleed.

                From the moment they had their first dinner date, she knew she could love him.

From the moment he fought to keep her, she knew she should have run.

                From the moment they made love for the first time, she knew she loved him.

From the moment she told him her feelings, she knew she was vulnerable.

                From the moment he told her he loved her, she knew she could be with him forever.

From the moment she asked what he wanted, she knew it was no longer her.

From the moment he didn’t say I love you, back, she knew he meant it.  

From that moment

                Her heaven became hell

                His new became old

                Her dreams became nightmares

                His nightmares became dreams

In that very loving, heart-shattering moment

                She woke up.