I hate to say this.
But we started talking. Nothing serious, just getting to know each other.
And I hate to say this but....
He's perfect.
He's amazing and I feel like we connect. I might have judged a book by its cover the first time, I admit.
We've flirted a bit before, but I'm just being cautious because....well because he's a guy.
Cole was 21. He had a thrift shop of his own and he was actually kinda sweet. I found it so easy to smile when we talked. And it felt delightful.
The way he made time to get to know me, even when I knew that he was extremely busy and tired.
He never neglected me. And I loved that. It made me feel needed. And wanted.
I genuinely felt like I had found someone I could come home to every day and talk to. Someone who could understand how I worked.
And he was that person.
At least I thought so.....
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Hell, I basked in the attention I got from him. It was like heroin. And I was hooked.
Addicted.
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General FictionNumb. that's how I always felt. Before him. Before everything else. Before my life changed for the better. Before love. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- She was a normal girl. Sweet, caring and kind. She just had a bad taste in men. Always fel...
