Tony was 17 still living with his mom & dad when we met. A momma’s boy. His dad was in the Army, I rarely saw him but the love that revolved around Tony made me want to be surrounded by it. He and I were officially unofficial, meaning as long as we knew what we were to one another, we didn’t care what anyone thought. His mom thought we were together and we didn’t tell her any different. I spent many nights at his place in his bed so I could understand why she came to that conclusion. The first time she met me she didn’t approve, I personally didn’t give a fuck about what she thought or how she felt because she wasn’t fucking me, her son was. He was at my beck and call, when I was in need, I made the call and he was there. The total opposite of Shawn. Shawn & I fucked, Tony & I made Love. To compare the two would be disrespectful so I’ll leave it at that and let you come to your own conclusions. If you saw us together you’d think we were a couple. When Tony and I spent time together he was everything I wanted in a guy. He was what some would call “THE ONE”. I, on the other hand, wasn’t ready for Love so I didn’t take what we had too serious. Tony was young and he claimed he wanted more than what we had but I know he just wanted to have me to his self. I loved that for a moment he was willing to try to make more of what we had but I knew better. He was my forever if I could have forever. We fell in and out of each other. He was that constant reminder that there was better than what I was allowing myself to have. Tony was ambitious, if he wanted something he did everything in his power to get it, he was my motivation. In my own way, I loved Tony. I just wasn’t worth loving back. I didn’t deserve the love he was offering. Messing with me was Tony’s first mistake in life. I was bad luck for him but he’d say different. I didn’t want to be the reason he lost everything but I didn’t want to let him go. What would I do without him beside me? In my corner? I don’t want to think about life without him, so I won’t.
