Pierre said. “Yeah, you were good,” Ava replied. “Thank you,” I said in return, feeling a huge lump in my throat. The host called up Ava to perform her poem next. “Alright Pierre, this one is for you,” Ava said then headed up to the stage after the crowd calmed down with the clapping she began performing her poem “Daddy’s Little Girl.” I was happy the lights were very dim in the room so no one would notice me. As the lump in my throat was calming down, my tears were streaming down my face. Ava and Pierre were amazed by my performance but little did they know that poem had truth behind it. Who would’ve thought I would ever be in this position kicking myself and feeling stupid. I was trying to move on from what Quincy and I had but instead I did the opposite. Ever since the last time we met up, all I could think about was how good it felt to have him deep inside of me but now that the moment was over all I wanted was for it to happen again and again and since I knew that wouldn’t happen I just wanted these memories to fade far away… Author’s P.O.V.
