❝I missed you, Elena❞. ❝Show me, tonight, on a date❞, I press his warm lips on mine on more time and he walks away. ❝I'll pick you up at eight❞. ❝Can't wait❞, I said, knowing I want him back, more than anything else
"𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅
𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆"
Disclaimer: In no means I mean any disrespect to any existing person I write about in this story!