"I'm not going to hurt you." He took his hands off my waist and placed them on either side of my head. "I could never hurt you." He lowered his face into my neck. His breath on my neck sent electricity down my spine. Being flustered, my breathing became heavier. But not in the same way as when I freak out. It's in a way I've never felt before. The same feeling from when I first met him came back. The tingling in my core. His long finger tucked a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear. "Anyone ever tell you your really short?" He whispered. "Anyone ever tell you your really tall?" I breathed out, pinning my hands below me. He moved his face even closer to mine if that's even possible. His lips grazed against my jawline. My eyes brows furrowed from how good it felt. "Wha- what are you doing?" I breathed heavily. "What I've been wanting to do since the second I saw you." He grabbed my face and slammed his lips into mine.

Hi, my name is Christopher, and this is my story, maybe It's just like yours, or maybe it isn't. Wemight not have anything in common, but, we may be very similar and have questions withoutanswers. I'm sure we are both constatly hunted by our past.Although we may not, I don't think I'm like you, my shy friend, invisible in the crowd, addicted tobe an addict. In the end, it doesn't matter whom I look like, or who I truly am. What you have inyour hands is my journal and it is welcoming you to live inside of a "MAYBE", and to fall in loveas much as to end up ignoring it.Life introduced her to me, to show me my desire of living through her eyes. Everything started inMay, but I can't tell you what day is today.I'd like to welcome you to my life, filled with excess and fun. I invite you to a world merged withcrisis, and to a life filled with music, concerts and poetry.