Serendipity

Serendipity had always been my favorite word, mainly due to the definition. In a nutshell, serendipity meant "happy accident" or "pleasant surprise," and that's what I considered Jack to be. But I met him at a very difficult time in my life. He was so beautiful, but I was so damaged and the last thing I wanted to do was corrupt him or take away that speck of happiness that shone in his irises. And it's hard for anyone to admit that they fell in love for all the wrong reasons, but as painful as it is to say, that's exactly what happened. I loved him because he told me my eyelashes looked pretty when I cried. I loved him because I would close my eyes at night and he would be there when I opened them in the morning. I loved him because I needed somebody to love me when I did not and could not love myself, and that's the unhealthiest kind of love there is.