"I'm not sure about this," I said, sitting up on the bed, looking over at Trent, who was half asleep. "I think.." I paused. "I think that it's still way too soon for this." I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, stood up, and walked out of the room, with my head in my hands, trying to recollect my thoughts. Reluctantly, I hang my head and sigh. A warm tear falls from my left eye as I slunk down on the floor outside his bedroom door. I have no idea why this is so hard for me to accept. I don't regret anything; I mean for Pete's sake I love the boy! It just didn't feel right. It's only been about two months since we started dating, and I couldn't help but feel so overwhelmed with guilt. What happened tonight goes against everything I believe in, and there's nothing I can do to change it, but I know I'll be okay.
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I was so embarrassed, and he was the only one who offered to help me. The memory of it is still tattooed onto my brain. I remember his gentle smile, the twinkle in his eyes when he reached down to help me up, the softness of how he spoke. I had never met a person more warm, kind, and altruistic than him. I swear it was that moment 3 years ago that I first fell for him. I hadn't forgotten about him for all that
I was so embarrassed, and he was the only one who offered to help me. The memory of it is still tattooed onto my brain. I remember his gentle smile, the twinkle in his eyes when he reached down to help me up, the softness of how he spoke. I had never met a person more warm, kind, and altruistic than him. I swear it was that moment 3 years ago that I first fell for him. I hadn't forgotten about him for all that