"A dark-haired boy with coffee-coloured irises stands in front of me with exquisite disdain curled at his plump lips as his eyes shoot daggers of mystery at mine. His long, muscled, arms suddenly found there way around my waist pulling me into a dance. Standing still like ice, I tried to recollect my thoughts. "What do you think you're doing?" "Messing up your life, baby girl " Shocked was an underestimation of what I was feeling when my boyfriend opened the door with a look I could never forget. If looks could kill... " They say people come as blessings or either as lessons. And sometimes, we just don't learn the first time.