Lets walk in time...not too far! 8 months back from now

Chapter 1 - How Olive got Cupcake!

Hey, I am Olive! Olive Lincoln. I am 18 years 1 month and 15 days old, at this present day. I'd have mentioned you minutes and seconds too , but life yet has been so vague that I'm soon losing the habit of being precise.

I am a dusky, devastated, damped and a deadly Diva. Does that decide that I deserve a dick on my demand or I deserve a dick dropped down for deeds & needs.
I'm not wanting to put your minds in oven, garnishing it with disclaimer. I'd rather choose to be straight forward, I'm committed!
I am committed to a man since 8 months and on trespassing the last nostalgic night walking through it all within visuals, I feel I regret being where I am today and may be, I was good, 8 months back from now.

No, no ... you must not judge him already as a culprit & me as a victim of a relationship on downfall. I don't even know if I am at the verge to fall or I am at the peak from where things start to decline and then come at a normal level after losing that oomph, we were yet in.
I do confess that I enjoyed these 8 months, living in all vibrance keeping aside the vigilance but I'd also say that I owe my previous night to the regrets I have held within, slowly with circumstances or may be I'm just overthinking. It wasn't a thing of choosing by choice but by circumstances that led the choice.

A circumstance whose cause was Aaron and consequence became Sheldon.
And as I said, I am losing the habit of being precise so I can't afford to specify it as love triangle, although it might have been. I have no idea, how you absorb it but this is how it was.

I met Aaron via social media and this is the episode of 1 year 8 months ago.
He was quite a Cupcake type of a guy, was single then and noticeably too elder to me yet back then I was too pumped up, flirty and joyous & this used to pull us together.

We were just into consistent climatic flirting that back then had no scripted destination to attain. Because one never starts fascinating their dream world with someone virtually available to them as a cupcake.
We both did know, there isn't anything to be fetched from this and we were cool about it. There were no expectations, no exaggerations but mere attractions with availability and yeah, a little appealing actions at night, we labelled as mere lusts for each other. And we genuinely had it. That dick was what I really wanted.

Soon with that constant availability, I built an addiction of being attended by him regularly without any excuses but he might not have felt so for a long run. And looking logically, he was at right pedestle, being cool with all those ongoing stuffs, and not catching an addiction like me.