"The candlelight makes your skin look even more beautiful" he said. He reached out and tugged my nose fondly. I would have preferred a kiss but any contact with man was appreciated.
I sat in the car across from the diner trying to relish the memory; our date on my 21st birthday. But the smile on his girlfriend's face was distracting.
I snuck out after him when had told me he was going out. I suspected that he was going to be unfaithful; i was right.
I hated seeing him with other girls, yet, i tortured myself with images of his dates everytime.
He was a popular Casanova. The girls knew, But still, they loved him. I looked up now to see that the pair were making out. Tears dropped from my cheeks to my skirt.
He told me he loved me everyday, But he lied.
It was just the two of us since our parents died, and my brother had been my father, best friend and i had hoped, my lover.
But it was clear that he didn't want me. So i would keep my twisted fantasy to myself and smile sweetly when he got home.
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