"When will you get the picture You're the past, I'm the future Get away, it's my time to shine If you didn't know, the boy is mine You need to give it up, Had about enough, It's not hard to see The boy is mine I'm sorry that you, Seem to be confused, He belongs to me The boy is mine"
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I laid across the bed, feeling pure bliss. I was happy, and in disbelief. I can't believe it, Xabriel and I actually kissed. I couldn't stop the smile that crept upon my face as I thought about the moment we shared together. It was perfect. There is nothing I want more than to feel his lips again.
What is he doing to me? I really thought I could avoid catching feelings but, but I couldn't. Every time I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. He made it clear he felt the same way about me so, that made me fall for him more. I appreciated how honest and upfront he was with his feelings.
I was falling for him, and I was falling hard. I wanted to be with him, but I was still afraid to get hurt. My trust issues were stronger than my feelings for him, and I couldn't shake off the thought that he'd cheat on me.
If I start thinking with my head, instead of my heart, I would understand that there's no way Xabriel and I could be together. He's never been in an exclusive relationship. I can't expect him to be loyal, I can only expect him to break my heart. He's a player and I can't change him.
But, my heart tells me to forget about his past and give it a try. I'll never know what we could be if I never give it a try. Love was both beautiful and dangerous, and I wanted to focus on the beauty. Everything Xabriel said to me felt honest and pure, and every time he touched me, it felt so right. No matter how hard I tried, I always found myself being drawn to him. It's like we were magnets, we couldn't be near each other without being attracted toward one another.
What am I going to do?
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I went to sleep with a smile on my face and woke up with Xabriel on my mind.
I yawned, rubbing the crust out of my eyes before going to the bathroom. I completed my morning routine and opened my closet, looking for something nice to wear. About twenty-five minutes later, I found something.
I settled on a white, deep v-cut blouse and ripped denim jeans. I tied the outfit together with a pair of pink heels and a matching purse.
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