Unknown POV
I've been watching her.
For years now, I've watched her from afar, biding my time for when I'll have her all to myself again.
I met her first; she loved me first before he came into the picture and ruined everything.
When I first met Genevieve, I was completely besotted and taken by her intoxicating beauty, aura, and overall sweet personality.
She might not have noticed it, but she stole my heart that first day we met.
I fell for her. Very hard.
She was everything I ever wanted and more.
And when she smiled, she took my fucking breath away.
She's fucking perfection.
When I asked her out and she agreed to be my girl, I was over the moon and felt like I was the luckiest man in the world.
We were happy the brief time we spent together. I tried my best to always make her happy and keep that dazzling smile on her face just for me.
She loved me just like I adored and worshipped the fucking ground she walked on.