Ollie was my first love,not like the other men I was with but I was in love,truly.I was working in a different city and it had took us long to see each other so I travelled to see him.He didn't really know that I was coming to see him so I waited till I was three kilometers away to tell him."Hi love,I'm on my way,see you soon" I said. He wasn't really comfortable with that because he thought it was too late for me to go to his place,but I insisted cos I had missed him.I wasn't really listening so I went anyways.
I was finally on his chest, feeling the warmth I had missed in months."I think you need some water"he said. I never needed anything but his lips on mine. I didn't even answer and it's like he read my mind and what I was thinking.He then gave me a whole tight hug again and I'd feel every single piece of his body on mine.He then gave me a clear soft kiss on my forehead and all I was thinking about was to take my clothes off.All that happened that night was all I had fantasized about in the last few months I was away.
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You were never mine.
Художественная прозаTrust can be so expensive.I had to learn this the hardest way .Gave my love to someone who never saw me for me;loved me but was never in love with me. This left me hurt and broken with no urge to ever let anyone in like I ever let him.
