"The way you looked at me..." Brielle trailed off,
Jude expression softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I could tell you wanted me to fuck you right there in me car," he said with a little laugh. The words sent a jolt of elec...
As I sat alone in the stillness of my room, Drake's melancholic melody hugged me, as I wallowed in my feelings. The lyrics of "Teenage Fever" played softly in my room, resonating with the journey of love and heartache I had experienced with him.
"Your heart is hard to carry after dark," Drake's voice murmured through the speakers. I couldn't help but reflect on the weight of the emotions I carried.
"You're to blame for what we could have been," the lyrics continued, and I couldn't deny the truth in those words. We had danced around our feelings for far too long, letting fear and uncertainty hold us back from embracing what could have been a beautiful love story.
The song spoke of regrets and missed opportunities, of the pain of looking back on what could have been. "Your friends are scared to tell you you're in too far," Drake sang, and I couldn't help but wonder if my own friends harboured similar concerns about my feelings for him.
"I met someone new last night and we kicked it," Drake confessed in the song. "And I'm going back to see them tonight."
Those lyrics hit me like a punch to the gut, stirring up conflicting emotions. My mind was drifting back and forth from one love to another...
"If you had my love, and I gave you all my trust, would you comfort me?" Drake's words echoed in my mind as a reminder of the vulnerability that comes with opening your heart to someone else.
"Out of body. That's just how I feel when I'm around you, shawty," Drake sang, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. Despite everything, there was still a part of me that yearned for his touch, his presence, his love.
As the song reached its climax, I found myself grappling with the same questions that had plagued me since the beginning. "Why second guess?" Drake implored in the song, and I knew deep down I agreed with the lyrics, he was right. I should have stayed, fought for what I wanted, instead of letting fear dictate my actions.
"You say the word, I'm on the way," Drake promised in the song.
"This shit feels like teenage fever." I whispered before releasing a sigh, my voice barely a breath against the backdrop of the music.
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