Crumbling Stone Wall

I was born in San Francisco, California. In the sea of people going about their daily lives, I was just another face. Another person with a story they didn't care about. Just as ordinary as the next stranger and, maybe that's all I was to anyone...a stranger. No one knew me, I wouldn't let them. People were intrigued by me, wanted to know what was up with me but,  were almost uncomfortable or nervous in my presence. People may have wanted to know about me, but there wasn't a single person who wanted to approach me, they were content to spin their own stories as to what had happened to me. I'm pretty I suppose but, not in the tall, blonde, super skinny way the "normal" Californian girls are. I'm small, dark hair, big eyes and, prior to this summer could go by completely unnoticed. Something happened this summer, something that that changed my  deeply cynical views on life, deeply changed me. This something happened to be a boy. No, it's not what you're thinking. I didn't have some sappy summer romance, filled with stolen kisses or romantic walks on the beach. It was unconventional and completely accidental. He was the first person to approach me and single me out of the crowd. He managed to break down the walls I'd so carefully constructed around my heart. I don't let people in, I've seen what these guys can do. Yet this tall, strikingly attractive guy chose me over all the girls vying for his attention. He loved me, he made me forget why I had put those walls up. He made me love him.