smiling and laughing. that's how anybody would describe her if you asked. funny and full of life, she brought new meaning to the that whole "life of the party" term. all while maintaining a simplistic beauty, an unparalleled sexuality, and the illusion of innocence. she was the perfect person to have on your side, and always a friend that i'd give my life for if needed. that goofy,intelligent girl, who always managed to make you smile even on a bad day. too bad nobody else ever saw all her pain.

nice. sweet. that's what they always said about him. he was the nice guy that finished last, if at all. the type of guy people liked to say they knew, even though they never took the time to actually talk to him. he was always in the background somewhere, absorbing everything going on around him. all he saw and heard is a mystery, but you can bet he's got the full story when you need it. they always thought he was fine, content, and maybe even happy. but again, nobody cared to look closely enough to see his hidden secrets.

they were the perfect match really. others saw it, so why didn't they? for years they had known each other, confided in each other, and even shared some of those precious moments that people will hold dear for an eternity. the moments that you catch yourself daydreaming about while you are stuck in traffic, or in the middle of work, or a meeting maybe. the moments that make you smile out loud, and get looked at funny becuase it is inappropriate at that time and/or place. yeah, they were meant to be together. all the signs said so i guess. so why did they never see it? her head resting on his shoulder in a completely quiet room, him looking deep into her eyes whenever they talked. it should have been obvious.

maybe it was her fault for always moving from guy to guy. even though her bad taste in guys was legendary, she just kept at it. it never bugged him who she shared her bed with, but he never could understand the reasoning behind her decision to do so. sure, the body of Adonis is nice and all, but the mind of a child is only cute for so long. and the full-of-himself type that makes everybody turn their head and see what he's doing today is fun, but has no lasting power. the guy that filled her with booze, then with himself and just walked around as if nothing ever happened infuriated him, but she just turned the other cheek. he even turned a blind eye when she set her sights on his then best friend. maybe it was her fault, but probably not.

could he be to blame? always quiet, talking only when it was worth it, and even then a bit reserved. the type that would make an excuse to stay home alone once in awhile to brood in peace. the shy, sweet guy that every girl probably wished would just open up. yeah, he could be to blame. he never saw her like he should have. sure, he loved her, but maybe not in that way. not in the way she deserved. he was always hard on himself like that. maybe thats why he was always in the background instead of in the spotlight. thats why he was able to sit there and watch while she fawned over his best friend right in front of him, not even listening to what he had begun to say. blame could rest comfortably on his shoulders.

what does any of that have to do with anything though? if they were meant to be, then why is there a need to place blame? why can't everybody just move forward and forget them? why can't they be left to rest in peace?

well, i can tell you this much. the blame cannot be placed on any one person's shoulders. everybody that knew them had a little something to do with the demise of their combined perfection. once they each had had the seed planted in their mind that the other was their soulmate, things just seemed to go to hell very quickly. the talks became fewer and farther between, the visits even more so. if they saw each other at all, it was one of those infamous awkward moments where "hi" is about all that eaither can muster up. that perfect connection they'd shared was severed because we didn't allow them to come to terms with their obvious love for each other in their own time. we sped up the path nature had so delicately and perfectly lay down in front of them, and in doing so tore it to shreds. leaving it to flutter down, and whip around in the chaotic breeze of love.

the last time anybody remembers them being in the same room was at some long forgotten party. they weren't together, but they did talk. she had a new guy hanging on her arm, and he was alone as always just taking it easy, and enjoying the party as it played out in front of him. nobody knows what happened to those two after that. they seem to have just disappeared. we can only hope that one day they will get their wedding in the forest amongst a maze of sheets under the softly falling petals of their broken love.