50 FACES OF MY FIRST LOVE.

CHAPTER 1

  September 8th 2014 "be mine?" I vividly remember. What kind of a sick twisted joke is this? The hunk of the school asked me to date him!!! I mean how? Look at me,we're on two different pages.He was on the 'IT LIST' and I wasn't. He was the type of guy every girl desired, tall, curly afro,his eyes were brown and the best part is his smile was just perfect! He gave glares that no girl could resist and for him to pick me over the 1000 beautiful girls in school just seemed quite unrealistic if I may say,considering the fact of how bitchy i was in passed relationships,i never felt like i deserved this opportunity.Perhaps he was quite squiffy when he asked me out,But who in this world could resist having all that? So there it was I jumped into the relationship without getting to even know anything about him apart from his name.Everything was perfect for the first two months.The dates,the long night skype calls,the gifts,the play fights and most of all the surprises ,I mean it was just a bit too perfect to be true considering the fact of how many hearts i had toyed with in the past,considering the fact of how many boys i had turned down and shut out completely when all they wanted to do was love me.

He had basically become my Romeo, my human diary, my best friend my everything.Tyson had not only known the secret to keep me going on a bad day, but he had also mastered the art of keeping me happy.He was my runaway place when I felt like I couldn't take life's challenges anymore and the best part Is that I was his at the time.We were young,wild and honestly believed we had a chance of infinity. The whole world knew about us and I guess we knew about them too, for we had all sorts of people snooping into our business trying to tear us apart. That's our fault! you may think for going public, but I just couldn't seem to hold in my happiness. I needed  the universe to know what kept illuminating my dark soul, what kept me going when i could no longer take life's challenges moreover how handsome my baby was.My friend's called me  lucky cause they saw how comfortable we were around each other.Tyson was quite the bad boy,one that never showed emotions apart from times when he was mad but i guess i was the only one who could bring out the gay in him.He did stuff with me that no one could ever picture him do,the kissy face selfie poses,the i love you more fights,the nick name calling(boo boo,honey-bunch,princess and boo bear) and most of all the gossip he delivered was beyond hilarious! 

I could literally tell him everything,he had become like one of my girlfriends.If we didn't like you,then we basically discussed you.My favorite part of our relationship was when he would call me up at around seven in the morning and tell me,"baby get ready i'm coming to see you in about ten minutes,i'm on my way already".Every single time i heard  this,my heart began racing a bit faster,excitement would fill my body and i'd get butterflies despite the fact that we had been an item for over five months,I simply could still not think straight when i saw or heard of his name being mentioned.He had this specific look that made me go crazy,specific touch that kept me wanting more and most of all his kisses were rough just the way i liked it. He would grab me close to him and always tell me how much he loved me,how much i meant to him,how much i changed him for the better.I never once doubted this because he said all this looking directly into my eyes.

  Our dates were magical for that's when I'd look him in the eyes and realize how lucky I was to have him.He had this scent that would imprison me,make me weak and he carefully chose his words that would lure me into doing anything he wanted.I could hardly say no to his requests nor his commands for he was what i just wanted, he was the only one who could take control over me,believe me when I say this was a good thing because I'm quite the stubborn one,it was right to say I was like the tiger in the menagerie. I was the tiger and he was the menagerie for he kept me from unleashing my crazy,wild and untamed side. Tyson called me his princess and despite me being psychotic,he still loved me and one day dreamt of making me his queen,the mother of his kids.He's friends and family knew about me for he made it clear that I was his only one moreover he would even swear that he would never leave, because he knew how far we had come from and how much bullshit we had been through together.We had been through high tides,war,heavy storms,drought, you name it.I had literally put my life on hold for him,but i never found this unusual for all that mattered to me was his happiness.I quit the parties,the drugs,cut out a few friends that meant the world to me simply with a reason being"Tyson doesn't feel comfortable when i'm around you."