• He sat beside me, starring at me. Moved closer, and laid his head on my breast.

    “Do you love me yet?” he whispered.
    (How could I not?) I thought to myself.

    “I am not sure of anything lately” I answered.

    He laughed and kissed my chin, kind of bit it.

    I fell asleep lying in the grass. I woke up in my room the next morning. He was gone. I couldn’t find him anyplace.


    All week, I kept pinching myself for not telling him how I really felt about him. I let it go and went back to living my life. I spent time with my friends and went to work.


    No one had known what had happened in the past few weeks or so. Everyone said I was acting different. Though I smiled and ignored it. On night walks, I’d go to the river and watch the sunset, like if he had been there, that moment with me.


    “I love you.” I whispered to myself, wishing he would soon return.
    Eventually, I began to walk home. When I got home, he was on the front porch waiting.


    Being surprised and happy, I ran to him, giving him deep kisses and holding him close to me. We went inside. “I missed you.” We happened to say at the same time, both smiling at each other.


    “I love you now” I whispered in his ear.

    “Why do you love me now?” he asked.

    “Because the time you vanish away from me, I couldn’t stop thinking of you and wishing I was with you.” I answered.

    “Are you sure you love me?” he whispered.

    “Yeah, I believe so.” I answered.

    “Do you love me?” I asked.

    “Sure do.” He answered.

    We got quiet for what seemed like for hours, was only a few minutes. The doorbell rang twice, broke the silence. I walked to the door and answered. It was one of my best friends. She wanted to hang out. I told her I had company tonight, and I’d call her tomorrow. It felt rude to not introduce them, but no body knew about him. When I returned to the room, he was not there.
    I thought he had left once again. I gave a loud sigh.

    “Grr” saying to myself, looking out the window, there he was.

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    It was getting dark out; I figured he’d come inside. The sun had set; I put my pajamas on and lied down. He came in my room a few minutes after I lied down. He jus stood there, in the doorway.

    “Are you tired?” I asked.

    “Not really, but I’ll lie beside you, if that would be alright?” He said.

    “Sure…it’s okay.”

    He slipped his shirt off and lied down beside me. I moved closer to him and laid my head on his chest with my hand on his heart. He looked down at me and moved his hand to my lower back, near my a**. I could barely keep my eyes open to stay awake. We were covering up with a sheet. It was too hot to use a thick cover.


    I was drifting off to sleep into a dream, when he whispered, “I want you.”

    “You have me, now” I replied.

    “No, I mean I want you to be mine.” He said in a soft voice.

    “Okay.” I answered before falling asleep.

    “Are you my girl now?” I heard when my eyes opened the next morning.

    “Wha?” I whispered.

    “Last night, I told you, I wanted you, to be mine.” He answered.
    I sat up against the wall, holding a pillow close to my chest. ‘I love him, so do I say yes? If things don’t work out, we can just be friends…oh but that never goes well…’ I thought to myself.

    “I want to be your girl.” I whispered

    He smiled and gave me a soft kiss. “I love you.”

    I smiled and whispered “I love you to sweetie…”


    He gave me another kiss and hugged me tightly. I put my arms around him and hugged him too. He started kissing my lips, to my neck, eventually to my breast. He moved his hands to remove my pajama top, lifting the top off me and throwing it on the floor, slowly his hands…caressing my breast.


    ‘What am I doing?’ I thought to myself. ‘I can’t do this. It’s not happening.’ While I was in la-la land thinking, I was on my back while he’d taken my pajama bottom off.

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    No…stop…” I grabbed the covers and locked myself in the bathroom.


    There was a key to the bathroom…under the flowerpot, which is where he found it.

    “Come back out, I’m sorry.” He said.

    “…Please…”

    I just sat in the tub with the covers wrapped around my naked body…unsure of it all.

    “Come out, or I’ll join you…” he said

    “No, I’m good where I am now.” I giggled. Not thinking he was serious.

    He came in, took his clothes off, and wrapped a towel on his bottom half.

    “Are you going to come out?” he smiled.

    I nodded ‘no’. He stepped into the tub and sat next to me.

    “It’s okay, you know. I won’t hurt you. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt
    you. I do love you.” He whispered.

    I realized he whispered a lot, when it was only the two of us around. It was always just the two of us. Though it hasn’t been that long ago since the day at the river. I stood up, pulling the covers around my body, walked into my room. He followed me. Grabbing me from behind, he wrapped his arms around my body.

    “I love you.” He kept saying.

    “I know…I also love you…emotionally…and physically.” I giggled.

    “Will you stay beside me?” he asked

    “I am beside you.” I whispered.

    “I mean for a long time. Don’t leave me.” He said with a teary voice.

    “I haven’t left you. You had left me. When I walked a way that day…you followed me, I waited for you and we came here together…” I said in reply.

    “Yeah, your right, but stay with me?” he said.

    “Yeah” I whispered. “Do you want to go to the river today…I can bring my friends…and you can meet them? They know nothing of you.”


    “Uhm…sure. We can do that.”

    We didn’t end up going to the river, with my friends. Instead we went alone. I figured I would tell them about him when I went back to work. If they had come with us…they would have been surprised and full of questions.