Well, thursday night is here, the night I said I would make my weekly post. Sooo, where to begin?? I guess at the beginning would make sense. But that’s boring…
One beautiful summer evening I was invited to a party by a mutual friend and met the man who would literally change the course my life (we’ll call him S). I won’t say I believe in love at first sight but it was the closest I will probably ever come. When I saw him I wanted to know him. I wanted him to know me. He was older, charming and sexy. His smile gave me butterflies. I stuck around the lame party hoping to get a chance to talk to him. Later that night after everyone had left we sat on his couch and talked for hours. About anything and everything. I was captivated by his voice. Finally he leaned into kiss me and it was perfection. His lips were soft, hands tangled in my hair, all over my body. I crawled into his lap, I couldn’t get close enough. I kissed his neck and chest and he held me tight. I didn’t know time could actually stand still until that moment. No one else existed except us… and this thing, whatever it was. After that night we were inseparable, we couldn’t have been apart if we tried. It was a beautiful, pure, obsessed love. I only existed to make S happy. Then one day my recruiter called me and told me it was time to leave.
