“so…I guess we’re done?” she asked

“yeah…we’re done” I snapped at her storming back into my apartment and slamming the door as hard as I could then I kicked it with the back of my heal then the doorbell rang one time and I opened it not even having enough time to understand the situation, my lips were locked with Ashley’s…it seemed forced but it was something I wanted for the longest time regardless if I hated her right now…

She shut the door behind us as she pulled her shirt over her head and I pulled mine over my head then we just kept stripping and ended up completely naked by the time we reached my bed and we fell back onto it.

Ashley took things slow from that point on…it wasn’t rushed…neither of us rushed…she kissed slowly at every point of my body and I did the same to her…that night we came together and fell asleep in each others arms.

I woke up in the morning feeling her soft breath against me and when I woke up she woke up too and smiled at me “I didn’t think you’d be here in the morning…” I told her softly

“why wouldn’t I be?” she asked

“because you should be with your fiancée…” I told her

“you know…I remember sitting in my room when I was like fifteen, with my headphones on my ears listening to the same song over and over again…just letting it sit on repeat, and I thought to myself if I could ever write something that beautiful and something that honest…then I could make someone love me…” she explained “…but I think I was just being naive…because I didn’t need to write anything…I had you the whole time…” she told me

“yeah…you did…” I told her “…but last night opened a lot of hell to come Ashley…” I said

“you’re just killing the mood in all sorts of ways aren’t you?” she asked then I glared at her “…you’re right…but last night I just…I needed to kiss you, and I needed to be with you…it’s like I needed to ring your doorbell…”

“and I needed to let you in…even if I didn’t want to…” I told her

“and I need to be laying here with you right now…because when I’m with you it still feels like the world stopped…” she told me kissing me softly on the lips

Acting desperate and trying to be romantic and poetic can be overrated sometimes. Sure, the person you’re with loves to read those…but it’s not even about that…overselling yourself is something you want to avoid. That person loved you without the letters…when we write something with so much depth it’s as if it’s got this naive idealism thing going on, like it could be one of the greatest love stories ever told, and you’re writing it. With writing comes a new character, and not just in the stories, you become someone different as well. So, don’t get trapped in some world regardless of how amazing it may seem, because a disadvantage can happen in your world that you’re not prepared for…because you can’t strike that disadvantage with the delete key.

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-sorry it’s short…but i wanted to get something out there.-