As he kissed me with his crusty lips, I cringed at the thought he loved me. His hands were so soft yet so ugly. His hair, greasy as fuck and in a man bun. Women loved him, but he loved me. I hated him but we were promised at a young age. When he pushed me onto the bed, I looked into his eyes. The color of shit mixed with weed in a piercing daze at me. I am Juliet and he is Romeo. We met in preschool, his father was wealthy and his mother gorgeous. It always confuses me how he ended up like this. Skipping forward 7 years, we had our first kiss. (He came onto me by the way) I never liked him, but the girls called me a whore, bitch, etc. Now you expect me to fall in love with him like those bad animes, right? Wrong. I hated him. He was ugly, disgusting, a dickhead (his head was in the shape of a dick), he was snobby, and I HATED HIS GUTS. Forwarding 13 years later, after he raped me. I broke off the engagement. Oh, right! My name is Yanny and his name was Jordan. He died 4 years after I broke off the engagement from trying to date Amanda. But that's another story.
-Ceags
(This was pure fiction. Love you Yanny and Jordan)