Agreed love

ing rushed out in just thin clothes. My excitement to meet him had caused me to forget to grab a sweater. It had been a few days since we last spoke, and he hadn't mentioned a

nificent eyes of his. I was wrong, what I met was mixed feelings of hatred and disgust starring daggers towards me. Inpatient, it started to drizzle. The memories of the love Bryan and I shared came crashing down in just one night. Bryan in a harsh tone instructed "Don't ever call me and never look for me" he turned to leave, walking swiftly not to get drenched by the coming rain. I stood up, running towards him I struggled to say with teary eyes "Bryan" stopping him midways "Why are you doing this to me? Do you remember you called me Twilight b-because I sturtted, you loved my eyes". Daring him to look me in the eyes to tell me why he did say such a thing, at the moment I was searching for answers through his eyes if I was able to change h

my wed-my apartment I realized. Tim gazed at me perplexed, struggling to understand me. Not only did I jerk off this morning, but I am also daydreaming about Bryan, yuck! Feeling irritated I prick my hand, "Ahh! That hurts". Tim placing his hands on my shoulder "You have to be strong to protect your heart ok" The words of encouragement I received from Tim my best friend made me realize I was better than these, I hugged him tightly sniffing in my tears "Don't cry dear" Tim consoled. "I feel blessed having you as my friend Tim," I said in between sobs letting go of him. While patting my head "Don't cry anymore, be a good boy " With that he left, jolting back to reality I screamed out from the top of my lungs "Hey! I am not four years old, you punk" Attracting unwanted attention to myself, I ran inside covering my face. I launched on my bed breathing heavily, my heart pounding so fast "I might have a heart attack at this rate, why did I run so fast" I muttered. Flashbacks of the handsome fellow who owns the penthouse came back to my