He was half Irish and Italian with sleeve (arm of tattoos) on his right arm. I was in like with him when I first saw him. "Do have a girlfriend, " I asked once out of the blue while he was ringing me up at the register. "No," he said with a smile. "Well you like to come over my home for dinner, I said with a grin. He replied yes. I remember how I looked down still smiling out of embarrassment. After a night of casserole and Planet of the Apes we kissed. Never did I feel so tender and loving in his arms. We saw each other from then on back and fore. He even drew me with pencil and some paper while played I with his dog. One night however, as we were cuddling in bed together, he left to go get his charger from his car.
But to my surprise he never came back and left my door opened at midnight. I never met anyone who would push me away so much but then try to fall back into my arms as though I were his savior. I often still wonder if he's okay, since I met him during a time I was practicing abstinence and he always admired that about me. Hopefully he's somewhere safe and he's finally content. Until next time, xoxo Ms. English
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