Chapter Eight

I was once loved and cherished by the most protensouse man I have ever met. He loved me with so much adoration and compassion that it was almost difficult to bare.

The way he always smiled and showed his one big tooth that was slightly slaunted over the other, when he was around me was so precious knowing that I was the reason to why he had a smile upon his face. His dimples when he smiled showed how hollow his cheeks were. The hollowness of a smoker. He wasn't a man of all things mushy and romantic, he never knew how to show his feelings although he showed it through his domination and over protectivness. Sometimes it was way more than what I could handle. The connection we had was deeper than anything. It actually seemed impossible to feel so much for one person.

He was the darkness I needed to fade a little light, I don't know how this make sense but in some way it was desirable. He brought excitement in my life and never failed to surprise me every single day. He was difficult to read because once he made a decision he was quick to change it and he always wore a mask on his face, showing no emotion.

Sometimes people might think he hasn't slept much, which is kind of true because I think he had insomnia. Well I'm not sure but he told me that he was an insomniac. He loved to smoke and hated alcohol. He hated the taste of chocolate and preferred bitter chocolate instead because apparently normal chocolate is too sweet for him where else I was a lover of things all sweet and sugary. Oh and he was a loved of good food too.

This guy always said he had no friends, no one that cares for him when in reality everyone wanted to be known by him. He was surly no loner even if he says the only people he has was me. I wished so many days that he would open his eyes and see that there is so much out there in life, so much that's calling for him, seeking his attention.

He always walked with his shoulder down low and his head faced down not wanting people to see him. He never cared about his appearance and he loved any source of pain. Most times I'd seen him with bruised knuckles and this worried me. He was the type of guy that wanted no strange man to touch me or even consider being in my presence. I loved a jealous guy, a guy willing to fight for me. Our favourite song was 'I feel like I'm drowning' by 'Two feet'. It could be seen as either a love song or a song of depression and heartbreak.

The guy that was always goofy around me. I brought out the goofiness inside him. Sometimes he never knew what to say exactly to me so he rather stared instead and this obviously made me hella shy. He'd ocassionly play with my nose or kiss it. Bite my ear or my chin in a playful manner that makes my heart flutter. He'd randomly untie my shoe laces in order to try and get them off, teasing me, pretending that my feet had a stink to it which of cause it doesn't but if it did, it wouldn't really bother him.

He would tug on my clothes, slap my thighs or tap my forehead if I was not to give him the attention he so wanted. He would mess up my hair knowing how much I hated it. He'd call me idiot in Japanese if I occasionally irretated him. I loved it when he introduced me as his girlfriend to his parents and his friends. It showed how serious he was about us. We were like an off and on couple, we'd talk for a whole month and then the next month we wouldn't talk at all and this was souly his fault.

I hated the fact that he sees his ex and lies about it in my face. I could go on and on about the guy I first fell in love with but it was a very long time ago and I hate dwelling on the past. In all honesty I always thought him and I would get married and never part ways, well the future had other plans for us.

I never even considered being distant from him. We promised if things didn't work we'd still be friends but I guess promises were broken too now that the connection was no longer there. Technically it still kind of is and I know he still loves me, he even said it himself although he left and got him a new girlfriend. Something has changed and I met new people. Now I could say with hundred percent assurance that I no longer want to be with him but I do still care deeply enough to still love him but just a little less.

Somehow being kidnapped could actually be the best thing that has ever happened to me if it meant not being able to see him walking hand in hand with his new girl again.

Mitch glances my way trying to figure out what I was thinking about and whats going on in my head as he loads his gun, putting it behind his back once he was done and then he changed his jacket to the biker jacket he always wore. "Penny for your thoughts?"