Rants & Essays
So I Thought
By Marcus Pan
I thought she loved me...the pretty girl who peered at me
beneath honey-blonde hair, cropped to the side of her head and hanging loosely
before her face. She told me she loved me. And I believed her. I had no
choice...because I loved her. Her eyes, like stars, flashing beneath her bangs.
A smile of innocence that hid something, like the smile of the Mona Lisa. I
took her virginity...slowly, surely, tenderly. But she walked away. My Foxx
I thought she loved me...wild, fast and beautiful. Shapely
figure, long brown hair, flashing blue eyes like the deeps of the purest lake.
She told me she loved me. And I believed her. I had no choice...because I loved
her. Wild, without inhibitions, she would try anything at least once. She bared
her beauty and shared it with me. But she walked away. My Princess left me.
I thought she loved me...brown hair reaching past her neck
and big, brown, puppy-dog eyes that I could not deny. She told me she loved me.
And I believed her. I had no choice...because I loved her. A bright and lively
personality, like bubbles of air rushing to the surface of a crystal clear
lake. Wide grin, sexy voice. Sometimes aggressive and wild, other times quiet
and sexy. But she walked away. My Brown-Eyed Girl left me.
She tells me she loves me...curly light brown hair and the
sweetest, attractive smile. Loving brown eyes tinted with a green emerald-fire
and blushing, beautiful cheeks. Her face pressed into my chest, arms around my
neck and her hands clasping mine like I really matter to her. She tells me she
loves me. And I believe her. I have no choice...because I love her.
Spontaneous, sexy, romantic. A wonderful friend and lover. And she hasn't
walked away yet. My Kitten stays.
Until now...I would've kept her.
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since its first appearance in Legends No. 28.