Marshall West

Intro Numb. That's the word I've been looking for, numb. I run my hand through my hair as I look at all the people who have gathered in my penthouse. All the filthy rich people who only want to talk about themselves, it disgusts me. Sorry, I'm rambling again. I'm Marshall West, yes I know, "the" Marshall West. I'm 26 years old and...rich. You would think I would have a better description of myself but here we are. I look around the party for the 10th time thinking to myself, "is she here?" You would probably like to know who "she" is, well, she is my past, the one who got away, the unfinished love story, the one who haunts my dreams in the worst and best ways. She was my girlfriend. We were a perfect match, but I was stupid and didn't realize how much I truly loved her and I let myself drift away. Its been 4 years and I havent gone one day without wishing I could kiss her or just hold her in my arms for one precious second. I have these parties, hoping she might come but why would she? She probably hates me...right? (I hope you guys like this one! If you have any suggestions or requests feel free to ask. Dont mind the voiceee!)