We all had that one who got away, right? Well I have one too, but mine has a little twist. There was this one girl from highschool to college that admired me for years. Since 1st year highschool she chased me and not a single time did she run out of breath.

I loved her for that, but I rejected her. Multiple times yet she didn't give up, then we graduated college, we didn't have any closure.

But I remember the way she looked at me as I graduated top 1 of the school. And when the program ended, she didn't talk to me. She simply looked at me with those loving eyes. And suddenly, it came to me.

That's when I fell in love with her. Now she's gone, and I don't know where to find her.

I was on my way home, it was quite dark so I was slightly scared, I always walk through this part of my way home feeling like I'm going to get kidnapped any second.

Then, somebody starts grabbing my purse. I started screaming, 'Help, Help!', a motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of both of us and pushed away that damn thief.

"I.." I breathe heavily "Thank you!"