Interricial Stories

'Tell me something ,' he said 'Ummmh.....what?' she said 'Why do my heart race when I am around you' he said She looked at him puzzled. 'Well.....I don't know I'm not a doctor' she managed to say . . . . . . . . He didn't say anything .He began to walk .Closer he went to her .The further she went back until she hit something hard ,it was the old mahogany desk. He finally reach her. She recognized that she was trapped like a bug trapped in a spider's web . . . . . . . . . Oh he wanted her very much but he had to much pride and a huge ego to admit it. She was a delicate flower , although sometimes or most of the times she was like fire in the middle of the forest were there was oxygen and wind like there is no tomorrow. Oh he wanted her all but he was too afraid to make the first move. She was fire while He was ice. She was fresh air while he was poisonous wind. . . . . . . . . . . . . . He wanted her and although she hadn't notice it yet she wanted him very much too. That's all that had mattered for them to Paint The Perfect Image. ^^^^^^^^^°^^^^^^^^°^^^^^^^°^^^^^^°^^^^^

No one would guess that a bad boy with tattoos has a diary that he vents about things or about someone that can never be out of my mind even though they aren't in my life anymore. You could say that someone is very special to me. They are what I needed in my life. Finding her is the most important thing that has happened in my life. This is my diary, a diary of The Bad boy's Hijabi.