Did I tell you that she’s my worse fucking nightmare? She floored me with the shit that she was saying and was pissing me off with every syllable that came out of her mouth. Three fucking years. That’s all I kept saying to myself and that wasn’t helping my mood. So just when she thought she had the last word, I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. I kept my body close to her so she didn’t get any ideas of kneeing me. I knew she was bating me, testing me and pushing me. It was her M.O. Well, two can play this game, and I was better at playing it. I kept my voice as calm as I could as I explained, “Let’s get something straight. I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. I held back because of how sweet and innocent you were back then, and you had no clue who I was. You used to look at me as if I was this nice person, and I’m far from that. I’m dark. I’m dangerous.
