Reflection

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Jerome's PoV

Ever wonder why a Bachelor party is a crucial factor of marriage? It's the perfect night to reflect on your choices and in this case, my regrets. What was I thinking? Getting married at the age of 21? You must believe that I must have been entranced in a voodoo spell to be so naive to commit to one girl at such a young age. I agree with you, but seriously, I was hypnotized by her black, glistering orbs, slim curvaceous waist, stiff pair of breasts, heart melting smile with rosy tender lips but the ultimate mesmerizer is her exquisite, clever, innocent and christ rounded attribute that makes her the perfect definition of my wife, or should I say, fiancé. Being so young and naive, I assimilate everything everyone says about being young and restless. 'If having hoes still excites you, then you still a lil boy.' I was determined to show the world the man I will become as I graduate from college and that I did. I planned it out with my best buddies. Everything will go according to as planned. At graduation where she was declared valedictorian, I couldn't stop gloating to my friends. "That's my girl! Right there! She's all mine!" I shouted on the top of my lungs in order for all the guys around to hear and get the message that she was already taken. She was making her way to the to the podium to collect her award. Suddenly her name was called four more times for other awards. Most definitely, I am as red as a tomato right now. This is it! I whistled as loudly as possible for it to be audible to my partners in crime. I heard the whistle return and that was my cue. I started making my way through the thousands of spectators on the bleachers, to the aisle of alumnae, towards her, Rebecca.

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