“I tighten my hold on her as realization kicks in . I want to try with her. i want to try to be here more. It’s something I’ve never wanted, never imagined I would ever want. Now that it’s here in my arms, it’s easy to see. She’s everything.”
“She feels like heaven. She feels like home. It hits me like a lightning bolt–this is more for me because I’m falling in love with her.”
“I need to know that you understand what this is. I love you, Stacy. It’s not a crush, not a fling, not just sex. This is more, more than anything has ever been or ever will be. You and me, that’s what’s important. Nothing, not even my career, can touch this, touch us.”
I’ve always been the guy who plays the field. I like variety and my career ensures that I can have my pick of women.
I’ve always been the girl who wants more. I want the white picket fence, the two point five kids and the dog. That’s what all little girls grow up dreaming about.
Why is it that she’s all I can see? I no longer want the variety instead all I want is her. I won’t stop until she believes that she’s mine.
I assure you…
He’s not the kind of guy I usually date. He’s cocky, and famous and that hair. He says I’m what he wants, but I know his type. He likes to play the field. Only with me he’s different.