Memories

Chapter 1: Sarah

I never felt what I felt seeing Rocky. His eyes spoke more than his behavior. There was something unique in him. I also graduated high school in 2013, but from a different school. While on the way to his house, I heard Mrs. Emma telling my mom about Rocky's high school graduation and his current work as a business analyst. Not only that, they were talking about him and me many things. And with that, I came to know that Rocky is the same age as I am. We both are twenty-two years old right now and excited to graduate the college this year.

As soon as I saw Rocky, I felt like he was the guy of my dream. Handsome, dashing, cute. He really looked cute in the military-style butch cut. He didn't have a well-built body, but I could say he just started going to the gym, about only four to six weeks. His body was about to get in shape. But his well-built muscles and his waxed veiny arms made him look so damn hot and sexy. For a moment, I felt like I want to lick and taste every inch of him but first the gorgeous veiny arms. I mean I have a thing for boys with waxed arms showing off their veins.

As I said before I felt something unique kind of connection with Rocky when I saw him. I have been out with a lot of boys. I really don't give a damn what you think about me. Call me a whore I'm fine with it. I mean I'm only twenty-two. This is my age to enjoy life. I have been in many relationships since middle school. I even have tried hookups while being in a relationship and even after only a few days of breakup. If I don't enjoy my life right now, when would I?

Of course not, Mom just knows about two relationships from middle school and three relationships from high school. That's only because at some point during those relationships, I literally felt like I could live my entire life with that particular boy. Yet, I was wrong. They were fucking losers and assholes.

In the past year, I have been into so many casual relationships and hookups. The thing is I don't connect with any boy. All the boys care for sex only. I don't find strings attached. They are cheaters. They care to show off that they've got a girlfriend. They care to satisfy their sexual desires. Like ... no true love. No real feelings. Yet.

Looking at Rocky, I felt like he was a man of words. My brain made me think that because I heard a lot of good things about him from his mom and also mine. My mom also knew him well. I don't know how. Possibly because she used to hang out with Mrs. Emma most of the time as we live across the street.

The way he looked at me, I came to know he fell for me. I liked him, too. But he made me upset when he started feeling shy and failed to talk to me in front of our mothers. I understand everyone has different characteristics, and it's also not that I hate shy boys. But come on, if you like a girl, you must have the courage to talk to her, hold her hand, and show off your love in front of anyone and anywhere. And all he had to do at the moment was talk, but he acted dumb. Stupid boy.

However, I felt like he just needs some time. Eventually, he'd make a move. He would come to me if he's really into me. And if I'm not wrong ... if I have perceived it correctly, he would not show interest in my body only, but he would show interest in having a real relationship with me. He'd have an interest to worship my body, my emotions, and my feelings. He would show his interest in loving me deeply and trying his best to keep me happy. FYI, I don't need money to be happy. All I need is a boy who truly loves me. A boy who cares for me and my feelings. A boy who is not interested in having sex with other girls in my absence. A boy who is honest and loyal.

Rocky does live in the house. His parents rent the house. Yet, it's just saying as we are not God, and we don't know what's hidden in the girth of the future. If Rocky is the guy I'm looking for, I can live with him even on a footpath. And I'm so damn serious about it.