I was 16,on the verge of 17, when everything happened. I still remember his scent and the smile that seemed to calm me endlessly.
August Dimitri. The name is even perfect,rolling off the toungue.
You may think I'm a lovestruck girl whom is oblivious to the world. Not the case,not even in the same region in all honesty.
I should start by telling you my name and the story. That would probably assist those out there wondering why some odd girl is rambling about a random man named August.
I'm Grace Manning, and I'm now 23 years old. During my high school years, I met someone. He was the first who truly knew me,and not the illusion
of myself that everyone else saw at first glance. It was like I had found my other half...in a teacher. I was scared in the beginning,don't get me
wrong. I don't want to give off the sense that I'm "Miss Thing" or "Too-Smart-For-You." Over time,Mr. Dimitri and I grew close. He tried pushing me away,
but I didn't give. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything,which led to the fallout. We got caught. However,it's not the way you may think.
Nobody ever actually saw the two of us doing anything physical or sexual. It was more of a jealous person who wanted revenge. It shoud've stopped
there,but I had to get the last word in naturally. I wound up kissing him. To this day that kiss has stayed with me. I realised at that point time, I was
in love with August Dimitri. The man who looked through the stained glass,and into my soul.
I haven't seen him since the meeting. The one that changed everything.
He walked out of my life,almost as soon as he walked in. For months,I was drowning in emotions of depression. I couldn't eat,sleep,or think of
anything but Mr. Dimitri. My family didn't get it,and I never expected them to. Even though five years has passed,I still think of him with
such fondness and warmth. There are times when I feel a pang thinking of the hurt I experienced. I wanted to hate him,but I never could.
How can someone who causes so much pain still be the one you want?
Why,after all this time, do I still think about him?
I know.
I'm still in love with him.
I never stopped.
For some reason,I don't think my journey is over with him. I think it's just the start.