I wish I could have a last name as beautiful as Angelique. Hell, even your first name is gorgeous.
Roy may stem from Royalty, but the way saying your last name feels like silk hurts more than that. Your entire being is beautiful - Your name, your body, your mind. Though I don’t know you too much, I knew you before him and I could immediately tell you were his type.
You look like me in some ways.
The passion in his kisses was the hunger he satisfied like a wolf feasting on a lamb, my virgin lips craving his sweet touch that left me breathless. Caressing my thighs, my back, biting my neck, his fingertips ignited every nerve in my body. My knees would buckle. His truck brings back memories, and I can still remember waking up beside him on a Saturday afternoon. His arm will serve as your pillow, his lips your wake-up call. You will never want to leave this second home, but will want to make it your only.
Will you experience his love the same way I did?
Last week, he told me that he wasn’t over me. He wanted to get back together, even if he knew how back of an idea it was. Neither of us wanted to break up; we knew it was for the best because he isn’t ready for a relationship. 3 months later and I come to find you’re in the picture now.
Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful, sweet, and kind. You could make him really happy.
But I don’t know what he’s thinking. Or feeling. He’s either lying to me or you, and both are red flags. I’m keeping my distance, but that doesn’t hide the fact that I spent 20 minutes and work crying after he told me on his break.
Please be careful. He doesn’t keep his word. He hasn’t texted me first in 9 months. Constantly leaves me hanging, ditching me and making up excuses instead of being honest. Won’t speak to you unless he wants something from you. And he’s the one who fought to keep me his friend.
I want to be the one who makes him smile, but maybe it just wasn’t meant to be for me.
Maybe you will be different. Maybe you will crash and burn like me.
(BTW, you wait 6 minutes before calling 911 for a seizure. They’re more unpredictable than you think. He doesn’t take enough care of himself.)
K (To him, Gummer)