As I sat quietly by his side I could not help but ponder on his thoughts. He was a quiet yet opinionated 'man', using the term loosely as he could be as mature as the next child. He first swept me off my feet when I was 16. I was young and immature. We finished college together and went on to university. I studied hard and he somehow got a little lost.
As I sat quietly by his side, he managed to make my stomach flip. It went backward and forward until I felt thoughly sick. I wanted him.
As I sat quitely by his side I waited. I pondered on what it would be like to have him want me as much as I wanted him. I wanted him to wisk me away again like he did in college. I wanted him to love me as he did once with passion. I loved him and I needed him.
And he wasn't there.
He was busy with his new fuckin girlfriend who I knew to be a total whore.
He was going to get hurt. And