Have you ever heard about a story where the lover walks away happy, or ends up staying with the man she loves?
But without him I had nothing, and it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all? Does that just count for books and movies? Did he still love me in the morning when I had to get up early to sneak out of the building? Did he still love me when he cancelled our dates to go out with his fiancée? But that's too late to talk about. I had started it, and I didn't want to end it.
"Do you have to go out tonight?" I was currently lying on his couch. He was working on this masterpiece of his. He didn't answer. It seemed like he wasn't going out, but staying at home working. "How is she, your fiancée?" He put his pencil down. "I hate her," that was an odd answer to give. "Then why don't you end things with her?" He glanced over at me. "Things aren't that simple." His low breathed voice told me he didn't want to talk about this. Why he wanted to stay with someone he didn't know was beyond my understanding.
Just had to post this, I'm changing computer and I'm moving so I don't know when I'm going to update.
