Love is a word that seems to get thrown around too easily or even lost in translation these days. Many relationships do not even become relationships, but rather become a part of the past quicker than it even started. Guys get scared or shy away from a commitment to the girl that would give him her all.

She is the kind of girl that will fall for him fast. She is the kind of girl that will love him forever.

That is what scares him.

From the first day they met, she knew there was something different about him. Maybe it was the way he said her name, looked into her eyes or smiled when she talked; she just knew. She knew he was different from the rest and that is what ended things before they even started.

It was not his fault-- he could not have known. She had been thinking about forever since the day she laid eyes on him. When he said he liked dogs, she thought about how many they would have together. When he said he had never been to where she was from, she thought about the places she would bring him and the people he would meet. When he said he loved big families, she thought about when he could meet hers. When he said he loved kids, she thought about what theirs would look like. When he said he liked her, she thought about liking him forever.

He became all she could think and talk about, but she was just another girl-- is what he thought. He would never know he was letting go of the greatest thing that could have been.

She saw all that was changing right in front of her, but there was nothing she could do. She tried. She cried. She faked a smile. She lost her battle.

He let go too easily and broke into pieces. One piece; his voice. Two pieces; his eyes. Three pieces; his smile. The pieces kept falling off; until he became a distant memory.

What could have been? She wondered and pondered day after day and night after night. She was only left with the unknown of what could have been and never experienced the satisfaction of what it was.

They say it is who you look for in a crowded room that matters and that is how she knew she was not over him and probably never will be. Every place she went or corner she turned she hoped to see his face stand out in a sea of people.

She would always and forever be the one that he let slip away.

This is the problem with modern dating. It is not dating. It is “talking” and “almost” with no solid foundation.

“Talking.”

“Almost.”

These words are the epitome of this generation. People are scared of commitment and seeing what could be and rather play it safe. The problem with playing it safe is someone always gets hurt. Someone always falls faster. Someone always loves harder.