Untitled (First Part of a Story)

*I am writing a bit of a story. This is the only place I feel safe to put it. Enjoy.*

11-22-09
I never knew sitting by myself could feel so vulnerable. The sun was beating its hot, morning rays against my five feet, slim frame. Starbucks was alive, as usual; it breathed people in and out of its doors; business men and women were sitting at one of the larger tables located in the back of the store; students on their laptops were focusing their worn minds. Outside, cars whooshed by, and people buzzed with conversation.
"Well Joe, the Korean war was hellbent," I heard an older gentleman say to his friend. I smiled. What a wonderful morning in Fresno.
A little about myself. I was 18 years young. I moved to Fresno on July 2, 2009 to attend college. My major was Communicative Disorders and Deaf Studies. I was a San Diego gal by heart. I had a horse named Beebe. I was in a committed relationship with every intention of being with my girlfriend forever; how quickly life changes.
It had to have been 10:15 AM. My speech class was to begin at 11. I had my book for the class propped in front of me, preparing myself for the material that was going to be covered in class. I wanted to be ready. Then I heard her voice. I looked up from my book. There she was, sitting casually at a table in front of me, speaking with a man about only God remembers what. She was Hispanic, wearing all black (obviously a business woman). Her short, dark hair was as black as the darkest of nights. She had beautiful hands I noticed when she reached for her cup of coffee, the kind of hands that could be photographed with a glass of wine and a piece of dark chocolate. I couldn't see her eyes due to the extremely (and forgive me if this is forward) sexy sunglasses. Although I could tell she was older than I, she had perfect complexion. I could not possibly title her looks with words such as "beautiful" or "gorgeous." No, she was so much more-she was striking.
As I was sitting there, my book neglected and my heart pounding, she had yet to turn my way. In fact, she was one hundred percent, completely oblivious to my even being there. It was like we were on two different planets, two worlds apart. I guess I was hoping she would catch my glace, smile at me, and from that moment on she would sweep me off my feet. I believe that to be an immature thought. I looked at the time. 10:45. I had to get going. I closed my book, and stood up, hoping she would see me. Nope.
My day went on as normal. School, homework, and a lovely chat with my girlfriend. The only factor of that day that was different was the thought in the back of my mind that was being manipulated with the woman at the coffee shop. She knocked me off my feet, and I knew it...that's what scared me.
Now, as I said earlier, I was in a relationship. I will simply address my girlfriend as "Nichole." Nichole and I met in sixth grade. We re-connected seven years later as seniors. I would be lying if I told you it took time to fall in love. We hit it off right away; however, getting to know someone, and actually knowing someone are completely different. Her beauty was her contradiction. She could have a temper, and she would channel her anger toward yours truly. I had my problems as well, and eventually we got to the point when the only good thing of our relationship was sex (and sometimes, lack thereof).
Nichole would become very annoyed by me. You see, I (as everyone else does) had my problems. I was pushy, controlling, and jealous; it was either my way, or the highway. I believe these were the main reasons that ended our relationship. Besides the bad habits of my personality, I also had emotional trauma. I felt like I had fire raging through my body constantly, though no one ever saw it. The best way to describe myself would be like a water well - I am very beautiful and strong on the outside, but on the inside I am dark, and deep. People only see the side of me that is bright; they never really know what lies at my core. I will inform you now before this story begins, that I have many secrets, and the only danger I have is my own self.
Anyways, back to my relationship. Nichole and I were together for nine months. I had given her everything, my virginity included. I was in love with her smile, the way she spoke, the activities she engaged in. My family adored her, which is always nice for a family to do.
Something to know about relationships - you either grow with the person, or you grow apart (and for a nineteen year old to make such a statement is very different from the norm). I am the type of person who strives to mature; Nichole was not. This is not a negative quality, depending on the person at hand. For me, though, I could not be with someone like that; however, I remained in the relationship until I did the impossible (which became possible).
I came to Fresno expecting a good education. I am extremely intelligent, but my high school career consisted of girls, rebellion, and low grades. I was ready to explore and use my brainpower. I had been planning to move to Fresno since I was ten years old, and once I was there, the world was placed in front of me.
What made the move so difficult was leaving my girlfriend behind. I was devastated, and I'm talking crying-like-a-fourteen-year-old-girl devastated. To make a long and boring story short, the pain healed with time.

*Please tell me what you think, if you have read this. I would appreciate it so much. Yes, this is a 100% true story. I will add more once or twice a week.*