14 February 2013
Well another Lonesome valentines day, I suppose. Just talking to myself like the crazy person I've become. I have a story but its hard to think about because I still feel the pain from him. He played me like the melody of my heart beat and things even worse happened... He turned me crazy but I still love him. I didn't want to. He made me love him. In fact, I loathed him
It's complicated
So here's how it goes.
"There's a new one at work, rumour has it he's a hottie," Jane whispers to me excitedly. A man with tousled ginger hair and a very good looking face strolls in and sits at the desk beside me, getting out all his papers. What was once a Lonely desk was now a very organised work station. "Hi, I'm Justin, Justin Brooke," he had a deep romantic voice. I smile back and manage to croak "Micki Johnson", everyone calls me Micki because I hated the name Nicki. He chuckles at my name and starts doing typie stuff on his computer. We got on with work, as a normal day would. At the end of the day when Jane drives us back to the apartment she says really loud "ginger!" And I start giggling. Jane had a thing with gingers, she loved them and so did I. I never really made any eye contact with him, but I knew he was mine...
Complicated Love 1 • Opuss № I