Prologue number 2! If you want it or whatever just contact me and I will se how much money I can squeeze out. lol jk. For free. Just ask.
My heart was like a bazooka every time I thought of him. Going slow, but when it did beat it was an explosion and was effective. My face went red and I began to tremble. Why did I do this? It was not love. I refused to be in love with anyone like him. He was annoying and inconsiderate. Why did I feel like this? I wanted to scream but I didn't want to make a sound at the same time. I wanted to run around, waving my arms around like a crazy person but I also wanted to sit down and be calm. I didn't want to think of him but I wanted him altogether. Wait no I didn't. I did not love him.
"I don't want to love you." I whispered to myself.
I couldn't doubt how he made my heart feel like jelly, or how everything seemed to be perfect whenever he was around, or how much I hated him for making me so paranoid over him. Why him? Why not a hobo? Hobos are nice. But he wasn't a hobo. He was a rich and well, quite frankly, beautiful. His eyes were like heaven yelling at you. Heaven never yelled. It sang. But his eyes made it yell. Why did he do that? What an awful person to make a peaceful place like heaven do something like yell. I would speak to him about it when we were on the boat. No! I would not speak to him.
I couldn't control my thoughts any more. He could do that I guess. He was 'the man'.
Hope you enjoyed it. I will not continue this story. I just like prologues.
~Me