Her

There once was a time when I could trust. When all seemed right in the world, and the universe itself made sense. That time was broken, along with my dreams. Along with my heart.

When I saw her across the plane, I knew she was the one. Her perfect beauty, her confident air, her unbelievable kindness towards strangers were all too enticing to skip over. It didn't matter that I was with my fiance on the way to our wedding; I'm sorry honey, I can't go through with it. There's someone better in my life now.

I took the whole flight to muster my courage and finally talk to this perfect goddess. I played it safe.

"Hi." She looked up from her book.

"Hi." I was in. The way she was looking at me now, there was no way she didn't feel what I did.

"You're beautiful." I couldn't stop myself from blurting it out. It was the truth.

"You're awfully forward. Aren't you with a significant other?" She was observant too? How could she not see how magnificent of a creature she was?

"Not for much longer, now that I've met you," I replied with my signature smile. No one could resist it.

"I'm gay," she said, and calmly turned back to her book.

My heart floundered in my chest. The plane split in half, throwing me out and hurtling me to the ground. I was broken. I could never love again. That perfect specimen, the most majestic woman I had ever met, was untouchable.

I staggered my way back to my seat. Despite the anxious words of my fiance, I couldn't bring myself to move. All I could think of was her. Of her betrayal. Of the trust I gave, and the ease she murdered it.

*Hi everyone, note this is all fiction and I don't condone jibronies like this at all! Thanks y'all.