They say that to know a person, you need to stay close to them for a long time. That is only way you can know them inside and out. That is the only time you can be able give an account of who they are. And I agree.
But today, I bring another theory that the world should know: staying with a person years does not guarantee that you will know them for who they truly are. Some and witches are just so good and talented, and in pretending to be angels, even you stay with them for a lifetime, you will still miss most key details about them.
Take, for example, me and Leo. I gave that dog my all. I stayed with him for three years. After three freaking years, I believed he was the man that I would want have as my lifetime partner. I am a husband and a loving father to my kids. But see that moron did to me? I did not even see that coming. I could never in my life that he—the goat—would have the heart to betray me, and that too, with my ! To me, he was the definition of an understanding man, a man who me so much and loved me so much to cheat on me. A man who loved me so that he had agreed to stick by my side even when he knew that I was betrothed someone else. And every time we talked about my impending fate, he would say, “We will cross that bridge together when we get there, babe—together.
You and I will overcome this; our love will.”
Encouraging, right? Who wouldn’t have fallen for that? His promises kept me going, me towards fighting for what I wanted. He gave me more hope that I would that fate and win, and finally, he and I would have a happy ever after and start family that we wanted. Little did I know that he would heartlessly leave me alone just at the peak of the battle. That dog! That devil!
Come to think of it, Nelly is the green snake in the name of my stepsister. Despite all feud that has existed between us since day one when they moved to our house, I have vouched that she would do anything to hurt me, but not that. I am not with my man. Not screwing my man on my very own bed. And definitely, to be so shamelessly proud enough to pin the blame of her betrayal on me, and less to be so proud of stabbing in that way. It did hurt, still does hurt, and will hurt. Not because I love Leo anymore, but because no matter what, he my man, and she was my stepsister. The thought of her and me sleeping with the man makes me feel so dirty. Until now, I still didn’t know what I would do to blackhearted bitch. But the truth is, I must get back at her one way or another.
She cannot screw me that much and go scot-free. No! Never!
And finally, but not least, let us talk of my father. I have always known that he was and despotic from the beginning. He is an egocentric and authoritative man who not take any challenge from anyone. His is to command, and the world has to . But who would have thought that he would go to this extreme of closing all the of survival for his only child? I bet even my mom disapproves of him for the first time, but too bad, she is resting with angels, so there is nothing that she can to help her beloved daughter. I never would have thought he would do this to me, . It makes me wonder if he really is my father. Can a parent really bear to do to their own child? My father’s actions are just a mystery that I can’t explain or .
And finally, before me stands a criterion of an angel. It has not been a month since we paths, but I feel like I have known him all my life. I feel like he is a part of me has been missing all my life—Damian. We started off on a rough patch! I first he was a ghost when he found me stranded on the street. Smirk at that. A , really? That is the funniest of all the things I have assumed about him. I wonder he would react if I told him about this. He would crack his ribs, for sure, and call an oddball.
Then I thought he was just a woman eater who wanted to have me for the night. Then
I thought he was a womanizer, because that is what I made out of his mesmerizing and all the allure that he exudes. Then I termed him a hopeless drunkard and hated him for wasting his beauty. Then I saw him as an annoying jerk whom I not stand even for a minute.
Ghosh! God, forgive me for judging him so harshly and so much! If only he knew I thought of him, huh?
But here we are. It has been barely a month, and he has proved all my assumptions him so damn wrong! He is nothing—sort of what I presumed. He is the total . He is the only person in my circle that I have known for the shortest time, he seems like the only person who accepts and loves me for who I am. He accepts respects my decisions, even when he does not agree with them. He understood me cared for me even when he had no reason to. He has invested so much in me. He aroused some passions and things in me that I never discovered in my whole 25 . I can't even finish describing him. He is, in short, everything that I missed but had in life. He is my peace and my sanity, my strength and weakness, and my and happiness. He is my sweet, serene haven in this cruel world, and without ado, this is where I rest my case.
“You know.” His voice startles me as he walks closer. We are making dinner, some patillia, and my belly is rumbling from the sweet aroma. I was supposed to , but he never let me do anything alone. He would rather take a stool and watch do it, but leave me alone, naah! “I would give the world an idea of what is usually your mind whenever you stare at me like this,” he says.
I bet I have been staring at him forever, and I always do that. I hope he can know is on my mind. What I think of him. What he makes me feel. “Well, that is you are annoying!” I smirk and turn to check on the chicken.
I stop when I hear his footsteps, and soon enough, he presses his front on my back, his enveloping my waist and crawling all the way up to my breasts, giving me a , painful squeeze that made me leap. I turn around, facing him. “See what I ?” I say, my hands resting on his chest.
“At least I know you love it,” He pins me to him, his hands dropping to my bum as he us together as if he wants us to fuse and become one item. “Or do you want to ?” He adds, searching my eyes, his lips parting as he aims at my lascivious ones.