[ Our story begins with a woman walking down the street. but wait! What's that in the shadows? Its a man. The man whos been eyeing our young maiden for a very long time now. If you'd like to see the rest of their adventures and whatnot, read on, and watch.....]
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My name. Jessica. I've been single for a very long time now, and I've been thinking, what would happen if I hooked up with a guy? But not just any guy, the right guy. The kind of guy who'll accept me for my flaws, accet me no matter what I look like, and will cherish me till the day we die. And all the time I'm thinking this, I know that day'll never come.
As I close my journal on the shortest entry ever, I turn to look around my room. I realize that I'm the only one in the house. I let my imagination run wild. I always do. I walk downstairs for a snack and a drink to calm my nerves, and as I get to the clearing, I hear a knock on the door. Curious, I go and open the door. As I stick my head out to look, I stare out into that midnight blue sky, and I feel that crisp fall air, I know that there's no one there. I close the door, and then I hear the faint knocking, or was it scratching, on the window. I walk out into the patio to look. No one there either. I walk back inside and leave the patio door open just enough for a breeze to come in. I grab a snack, a drink, and head on over to the couch, dive under the covers, and turn the television on. Oblivious to anything else, I dont see or notice a man sitting in an armchair, until I hear the clearing of a throat. "Who's there?" I ask, scared. When I dont hear an answer, I say; "If you dont answer me, I'll call the cops." "You'll do no such thing," he said, cooly. Terrifyied, I go to scream, vut he was too fast for me, and next thing I know, his hand is clamped over my mouth, preventing me from saying anything. He sits next to me and lets go. I look away. He cups my chin, turns my head to look at him, and kisses me. As scared as I was, I didnt care that he was kissing me, I embraced the kiss as if he stopped kissing me, the whole world would come to an end. He pulls away, but i wrap my arms around his neck, and stradle in his lap. A bit surprised at my actions he says; "Why?" "Why what?" I ask back. "Why would you keep me here, if I snuck in your house and kissed you?" "Becuase," I said, "I think you might be the right guy for me," I kiss him again, and he scoops me into his arms, and brings me upstairs.
[ Our story ends in a most peculiar way. The man intends on wisking the woman off her feet, but instead, gets her in her own home. The moral of the story is; Dont take love for granted, its the worst desicion a person can make.]
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