When Love is Unreturned
I've always laughed every time my friends talk about love.
"Why fall in love when you can always get a girl with money?
This was what I ask anytime someone came crying to me about a lady. I wasn't a toxic guy, I just had priorities and love wasn't on the list.
I know few ladies that had fallen completely in love with me. Probably due to the fact that I was a very handsome, well built guy or cause of my lifestyle.
I was once this love smitten guy, I fell deeply involved with her. My friends told me I was going crazy, but I never cared. I wasn't rich, but I spent every penny I had trying to look rich.
I met her two years ago, she was the woman of my dreams. Round beautiful face, long smooth legs, moderate boobs and that ass, it could make a man go gaaga. I was clearly overwhelmed by her beauty. She was like my only purpose on earth, like she was created for my adoration. She didn't know this, but even if she knew she pretended she didn't.
Those loving glares, each time she passed by me, my heart missed a beat, I was slowly losing sanity and I had to stop.
Two weeks later, I had gathered enough courage to speak to her, maybe the most remarkable five minutes of my life untill then.
"Hello" that was only what I could say. The tension I was feeling inside was greater than the one a newbie would feel when presenting to a crowd of over a thousand people. All the courage just drained out in seconds. I couldn't even look at her face but I'm sure she was glowing under the sun.
"How may I help you?" Her voice was very soft and melodious, If I could record it, I would have used it for my ringtone.
She sounded a bit harsh, but it was okay, an angel just spoke to me, that was only what mattered.
I kept her company, had to bring out every ounce of humour in me to make her laugh. Growing up, my friends killed every dream of a comedy career in me, but here I was, making the woman of my dreams laugh.
I got her contact, called her the next day, we spoke it length, she was really everything I ever desired. I arranged a date for the weekend. I was finally going to confess my love to her, she must have seen the signs and known I was a puppet under her.
We met at a fancy restaurant, but she wasn't alone. She was with a guy she introduced as her boyfriend.
