The Mocha That Changed My Life

The Mocha That Changed My Life

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Dear Michael Collins, I will never give you this letter. Well, willingly. I write this and you are asleep, that's because I dropped something in your tea before you went to sleep. Well, you weren't getting any the natural way. I never told you what actually happened that week, the hell I went through. But now, I sit here and I am willing to write to you. Everything. At least, everything I remember. Then, I will do the thing that I should have done all this time. I will let go. It happened where all teenage drama happens....... in the hallways of high school
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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