“Lets hang out.” That was it, no hi, no how are you, and no introduction. Yet somehow I knew it was him and somehow it was enough, somehow it was enough to make me feel like he wanted me. We met at a diner. I was amazed by him, but I wasn’t stupid enough to just drive off somewhere with him. I figured a public place was the best route to go. He didn’t exactly seem like the type to take me off into the woods and hack me to pieces but somewhere in the back of my mind was my dad’s voice telling me over and over again how you can never be to carful these days. The date is fast, I babble a lot, and I’m so nervous I can feel myself sweating way too much more than a few times through out the night. But he kisses me at the end of the night and for the first time in as long as I can remember I feel special, I feel like I have someone who is mine. I fall hard and I fall fast. My life started to revolve around Rich. I lived for spending time with him and I would ditch anyone and anything to see him.
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