Just Haven't Met You Yet Chapter 1
Kahely is an ordinary girl who has been through heartbreak and first love but never true love. Jason is a wonder-er in the long road they call life and needs something to keep him in place. He just haven't met her yet.
This story was inspired By Michael Buble's song "I just haven't met you yet".
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"Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so when we finally meet the right one we will know how to be grateful for that gift"
Waiting for the right person is something that might never happen. To tell the truth it rarely happens, most people spend their whole lives looking for this person.When they finally meet someone in the end their either left heartbroken, depress or worst.
Am pretty sure people get their heart broken to many times to keep tract. you get myself all worked up thinking this guy is finally the one, but then it turns upside down.
My first love was Peter Twain. Now I've dated many guys before him and never felt that fuzzy feeling in your stomach over any guy until him. Peter was your average 6'0 tall lean muscular body and also your average bad boy. Everything started out fine, when he talked to me I felt all tingly inside. Then later things started to get distant between us, until I found out why.
On our three months anniversary I wanted to surprise him. So I went to his apartment when I got there I was shocked beyond belief. There was my boyfriend.....No, there was my EX-BOYFRIEND ramming into some bimbo blond like there was no tomorrow. when he finally notice me standing at the door he didn't even bother to cover himself except he just stood and looked at me like I was interrupting something.That slut of his was smirking at me, how I wanted to slap her face right off.
"Sorry Kahely but am tired of waiting around for you" He laugh at my jaw dropped expression.
"God am even surprise at myself I stayed with you for three long boring, that's a record for me"
I stood there not able to speak or feel anything so I just left. I cried myself to sleep for so many nights that it became a daily routine for me. Am pretty sure after I left he went back to doing whatever he was doing before I interrupted. I was shock , angry, hurt mostly shock because that fucking bastard had the fucking never to fucking cheat on me on our fucking anniversary. Pardon my language.
That was two years ago and since then I lock my heart and threw away the key in the deepest parts of hell I could find and hope no one ever finds it. I don't want to ever relieve that moment just thinking about it now hurts. Am not ready for another heartbreak, after the first one I think I've learned my lesson. To prevent a heartache just don't fall in love and that's what am going to do.
This is a new story that just came to me and i thought I should post so tell what you think. should I continue?
Thankx a bunch Angel. D :]
Hate it or love it plz comment.
"Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so when we finally meet the right one we will know how to be grateful for that gift"
Waiting for the right person is something that might never happen. To tell the truth it rarely happens, most people spend their whole lives looking for this person.When they finally meet someone in the end their either left heartbroken, depress or worst.
Am pretty sure people get their heart broken to many times to keep tract. you get myself all worked up thinking this guy is finally the one, but then it turns upside down.
My first love was Peter Twain. Now I've dated many guys before him and never felt that fuzzy feeling in your stomach over any guy until him. Peter was your average 6'0 tall lean muscular body and also your average bad boy. Everything started out fine, when he talked to me I felt all tingly inside. Then later things started to get distant between us, until I found out why.
On our three months anniversary I wanted to surprise him. So I went to his apartment when I got there I was shocked beyond belief. There was my boyfriend.....No, there was my EX-BOYFRIEND ramming into some bimbo blond like there was no tomorrow. when he finally notice me standing at the door he didn't even bother to cover himself except he just stood and looked at me like I was interrupting something.That slut of his was smirking at me, how I wanted to slap her face right off.
"Sorry Kahely but am tired of waiting around for you" He laugh at my jaw dropped expression.
"God am even surprise at myself I stayed with you for three long boring, that's a record for me"
I stood there not able to speak or feel anything so I just left. I cried myself to sleep for so many nights that it became a daily routine for me. Am pretty sure after I left he went back to doing whatever he was doing before I interrupted. I was shock , angry, hurt mostly shock because that fucking bastard had the fucking never to fucking cheat on me on our fucking anniversary. Pardon my language.
That was two years ago and since then I lock my heart and threw away the key in the deepest parts of hell I could find and hope no one ever finds it. I don't want to ever relieve that moment just thinking about it now hurts. Am not ready for another heartbreak, after the first one I think I've learned my lesson. To prevent a heartache just don't fall in love and that's what am going to do.
This is a new story that just came to me and i thought I should post so tell what you think. should I continue?
Thankx a bunch Angel. D :]
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