Fool's Gold

What was I thinking? It had been six months. Who knows what will happen? We spent three days together, holed up in that little bohemian apartment. Who knows if the fire would still be there?
I shouldn't have agreed six months ago, but there was something about the looking in his eyes when he asked, "Just let me change your ticket?"
I knew I should've listened to common sense as I smiled and said, "Okay."
What can be created in three days? The love we made wasn't real. It was forged from hormones and visual aesthetics. We didn't know anything about eachother that first night. I don't even think I knew his name before he brought me home. But that last night, in our little paradise, there was something different about him. There was a difference in the way he looked at me and touched me. If It wasn't real, why am I so nervous?

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