~ It’s Okay my love ~ His 𝒫𝒪𝒱 I’ve never been the person to crave love, never been loved before. So I never thought i needed it. I grew up in a rich family, I was spoiled but never a brat. I was thought that respect was like gold. If your behaviour did not have any relation to respect, you’d be punished. Even though I was thought to be respectful to everyone, I still was the black sheep of the family. The person who was never truly loved. I love red- I never really had a favourite colour, not until they screamed the colour red my way. The way they talked about a colour made me think about how they’d talk about me. The colour red became my symbol, the thing I used to explain my emotions. The colour red became my whole personality…

~ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎 ~ “Love is complicated, very complicated in most cases. It can sneak up on you, come when you least expect it, leave when you really need it. A lot of people carve love, I crave love, I need it and I have it. You don’t always need a second party when you want love, you can love yourself or even other people without them loving you but that’s fine at least yo…..” the rest is faded, smudged some may even say ruined. Who wrote it, who would write such a thing. I never thought people in this country were capable of love and least in my experience. I look around the class room to see who could’ve written this. Oh yes of course, she’s the only one that would be able to write such a fine piece. The most beautiful gir- scratch that woman I’ve ever seen. Who else could it be no one in this school has a brain except for her…

- Unknown pleasure - 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. You woke up your body numb and sore, your hair a mess and your make up ruined. A pair of unidentified but gentle arms around you, confused you opened your eyes looking at this unknown man. Still no clue who it was you sit up but he pulls you back down with a soft groan escaping his mouth. You stay silent not wanting to wake him up, you slowly turned around to face him, studying his face closely. the warmth of his body, the softness of his skin as you caress it with your hand, the red and rough knuckles and the way you can tell that he shaved his face a long time ago. Your eyes pan to your own body, a few little bruises but that’s about it. Suddenly you feel his hand move from your waist to your arms. As you look at his face you try to remember what happened last night, who is this man and why are you in his bed wearing his shirt… 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 Last night was the first time I’ve ever lost a fight I was angry and disappointed in myself I felt worthless, never have I ever thought I’d lose to the thing I’ve trained my whole life for. I lost my parents and friends even girlfriends but never have I lost a fight,. I needed something to distract me or even someone… At the bar, I was holding whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other, my eyes looking around the room searching for someone to keep me company tonight until I laid my eyes on you, most perfect girl I’ve ever seen. Your curves, your hair, the way your lips move when you talked, your shiny hair, your bright smile and your intense and quirky personality. I watched you for a moment before chugging my whiskey and walking up to you, you were talking to your friends but I was determined you were going to be mine no matter what…