Feel free to guess the couuple. (I know I gave little clues).
Disclaimer
That was then.
Two weeks ago.
The last time we were together.
Everything in my life was perfect. I had the title around my waist, I was happy with my body, and I was having amazing sex no-strings attached.
I guess I was so caught up in myself that I didn't notice it that day. It's definately not something I'm proud of.
It's just....it's just I never saw it coming, he was this big outgoing star and I was just another girl chasing her dreams.
Looking back I've also come to realize he told me. Some nights we'd lie there and talk afterward, it ended up getting pretty intimate at times. He told me how he was afraid of commitment because he'd been burned so many times. And I told him that I used to have a bit of an intimacy problem.
He also told me when he knew he was falling for a girl he'd distance himself. Try hard as he might to fight it, he was smitten and by the time he professed his love they were on the verge of breaking up.
But in the dark closet with an certain ache between my legs I wasn't focased on his feelings nearly as much as his actions. Though there was something. Some of his touches felt as if he were just going through the motions and there was something in his kisses.
But I of course, missed all of this.
I don't want it to seem like all I care about are dark rooms and orgasms because its not. I was just surprised, this whole thing was unexpected.
Now two short weeks later everything has fallen apart. My so called friends are ignoring me, he's ignoring me, my title's on the line, and on top of all of this......
I'm late.