It was a very dark night , the sky was pitch black, you could not see anything much but the big and glowing stars. All I remember was I loved being with mark at this point, I love being with him. After all we have come this far. But I know that not every love story is rainbows and roses. Was I happy to be with him? I know for sure I am, however, I really don't know why I'm doubting myself, or why am I doubting my love for mark. Even though I was feeling funky, I still love this time with mark, I never get to see him or be with him, I am always busy, or I have things to do, plus he's one of the most famous kids in the school, most of the time I he does not want to be seen with me.
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