I liked it.The attention he gave me was unlike anything else I have expirenced. He made me feel worth something. Like I finally meant something to someone. He made me feel beautiful, which is something I have never felt about myself before. I knew it was wrong. That was never forgotten. Late at night after he said bye and the thrill left m that remained in my mind. My concious would not let me rest. I felt grimey, dirty and disgusting. The only time I was at peace was when I was talking to him. Maybe thats why I always went back. Or maybe it isn because he had a way of talking to me that made me feel special.
It hurt me though. Knowing that I wasnt the only one. I knew he was doing the same thing to others. I knew that after was done with me he would move on to the next one using the exact same words that had captivated me with him. My pain was overwhelemed with ectasy.I knew I wasnt the only one but I was overjoyed that I was one of them. That I was worthy of his attention. That I was worthy of his time. That I was worthy of him.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++(Authors Note)+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
salam!This is the preface of my first story. What this story os about will become clear later on InshaAllah. Please read. This is confusing but it will get better. Will post nexrtpart when I get 10 votes. Enjoy! *i write short stories so they will not be long. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF I SHOULD STOP??!!
