The next morning, Eli and I meet up for breakfast with a couple of his friends.

When we walk in the diner, the greet him, "hey dude." They say, "Who is she?"

"Guys, this is Rhea. Rhea these guys are my friends; Joel, Spencer, and Carson.

"Hi," I say. They make room for us, and we sit.

I sit there quietly for a little while, until Eli leans over and whispers into my ear. "You look beautiful," he says.

I turn my head slightly so that my hair covers my eyes.

"Dude, she doesn't like you. Her hair is covering her face," Spencer says.

"I think it's cute."

After another ten minutes, Eli leans over and whispers in my ear again. "You're beautiful."

"I am?"

"You're beautiful," he repeats.

"I'm beautiful?" I say, and Eli grins.

"Yes, you are."

It's then and there that I kiss him. I will not go into details, because to me that's personal.

Eli may not be "The One" for me, but he has definitely left a mark on my life. I know for a fact that I will never forget him.