What feeds your soul? Love? Money? Sex?
How far can you go to achieve the things that you want?
What do you do to satiate the hunger? Nothing.
You don't even try, you'll rather starve.
You'll let the dreams die.
But that's not what these girls chos...
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THE NOVEMBER BREEZE fanned Gwen Hudson's face as she stood in front of her boyfriend, Jake Reynolds. A light blush was evident on her cheeks in the moonlight and even though they had been together for a long time, it always felt like the very first time she met him. Like every other relationship, they've had their ups and downs but they stood by each other like the semicolons in a C or C++ program.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Jake asked, hugging her, his lips brushing the shell of her ear and a shiver ran through her as she leaned into his embrace.
He was her gravity, always pulling her back from the mess that was her life, keeping her safe and loved in his arms and even though she was afraid that she'd lose him, he proved time and again that he would never budge.
She tilted her head to look into his chocolate-colored eyes. "Coffee Jar, 5 p.m, tomorrow?" Gwen stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, her eyes shut. Jake's hold tightened around her waist as he backed her against the street lamp, the metal pole cold on her back. Every time she kissed him, she was reminded of the first time they kissed, and fireworks weren't even close to describing what she felt for him. It was an explosion of feelings at the bottom of her stomach, erratic heartbeats and jelly legs — the side effects of kissing Jake, and she loved every second of it.
There was reluctance in his eyes when they pulled away and Gwen could relate—she hated being away from him, even if it only was for a few hours.
Jake stroked his thumb over her cheeks for a moment, nodding a yes to answer her question, then let her go.
She turned towards the direction of her house, leaving him under the street lamp, his face blurred by the brightness of the artificial light.
Thoughts of her boyfriend and how they met replayed in her brain as she walked home. She had recently graduated from college with a computer science degree. She met Jake a year ago, at one of her Java workshops. His first impression of her would've been that she was slightly intimidating because she was arguing with the professor when he first saw her. It was something about she not agreeing that the superclass in Java was called Object and they were supposed to create an object for the class Objects. If Java was a person then he/she would be very intimidating. Especially when the classes and objects annoyed the hell out of her.
Contrary to the thought that Jake supposedly found her intimidating, he actually admired her guts—or that's what he said. She remembered him saying that it's not every day you see a girl fighting the professor about a universally accepted thing. That being the conversation starter between them, their talks became regular and even Gwen couldn't deny the fact that she loved listening to his deep voice which always had a touch of gentleness. When he asked her out a few months after (in a very geeky way, mind you!), she frowned, but later accepted when she couldn't deny her own feelings for him. It was impossible not to fall for him—he was incredibly sweet and caring, and his voice alone drew trails of goosebumps all over her skin, making her heart shudder.
