Hard to Love

"What's your full name?" He whispered into my ear, so close I could smell him. Apple and cinnamon had become my favorite smell.

"Sherelyn Rosette Hathaway." I said getting weak in the knees.

"Rose." He said pulling away. I could feel his presence disappear.

"What?" I choked out.

"I will call you Rose because your a strong willed red rose." The alcohol in me burned.

"You don't even know me." I whispered.

"Then let me in Rose. Let me love you."

"I'm hard to Love. Keep up if you can."

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Hi guys!!! So this is my second story (Dear John is first one) and I hope you enjoy it. It has some mature content in it and some real life stories, but no real names in it. Please vote and comment! ~Rose

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