There is only one rational reason why god is putting me through this torture.

"grinding"

Because of that one seemingly insignificant word my heart is in non-existent scraps on the floor.

You may ask… Katy how did a word break your heart.

Well I guess it unfair to blame it all on one word.

"music" "accent" and " lust' had major roles in this disaster too.

Maybe I should start with accent…

How does one actually describe Javier's accent…

Sexy, manly, perfect, and exotic seem dull when said accent has been purred into ones ear while your practically making love on the dance floor.

I could record his voice and make a fortune selling it to lonely housewives like Mrs. Phelps. I thought I would die when he held me on the beach, us swaying gently with the tide , is accent lulling me into nirvana…

AHHH And right on time here comes the mind numbing heart aches…

Next is music…

Really its self explanatory…

The music when we danced was like a drug… the cliché natural high… here is my slogan for the parents against drinking club my mother joined…

" Why drink? Javier music heaven"

Lust

Really…come on

And the mother of all heart breakers…GRINDING

Listen all girls… if your dance partner is a quintessential Adonis…

RUN AWAY!

I can still smell his spicy distinctly Cuban scent… I can still feel his hands on everything god blessed me with… (author: wink)…I can still see his dark chocolate eyes filled with passion and love… mirroring mine…

I HATE These WORDS

Who am I kidding…

I'm in love with them..