Seeing you around was awkward those first couple days. You and your boyfriend were official. And were very very well public about it. He would just sneer and you on the other hand just shrugged. I was okay with it. I still loved you. One time, I gathered the nerve to invite you over to teach you pen and paper. Your man mentioned that you'd wanted to learn and I had the best stuff. I had book after book and I was the most skilled DM ever. You came a half an hour late. It was okay because I loved you. So did your boyfriend. Around your waist. That wasn't okay but it was okay because I loved you. We played pen and paper for about 20 minutes until I realized you couldn't care less about pen and paper. I offered a movie or dinner or cosmic bowling. You said you had to go home and that he would drive you. I just said okay. You and him drove to the end of my block into the driveway of the abandoned house and started going at it. I wasn't watching. I was respecting your privacy. But it hurt. You couldn't even leave my block. And for the second time in the month of September I cried because of you. Because I love you.
YOU ARE READING
My love story.
RomanceThis is my love story. This is how it all played out. But I'm sure you remember. You were there
