I wasn't sure what was going on. Now that I think about it, I was never sure. The only thing I am sure about nowadays is the love that Greg and I share. But still, what is with this tension? Why do I feel as though I know this man?
"Sarah, please!" he started begging. I didn't know what to do. There was something about his dark, sad eyes that calls out to me. His perfect golden, sunset red hair had leaves and branches in it. I think I even spotted a bug in there.
"Sarah, please...." Greg started. He was towering in front of me, blocking the way between me and the fimiliar stranger.
"Please, put on some clothes and leave this mutt to me." Greg asked sincerely. It was then I remembered I was wearing nothing but a towel. I didn't even have time to grab a towel for my hair which I now felt the water dripping down my face. No, wait. It's too warm to be water from my my hair, it was tears.
I don't understand, why am I crying? Why? Greg and I are finally together, I love being with him. So what's wrong with me? The only person that is really in danger here is that sad, red-haired pervert. And why would I care soo much about him? We've never even met.... Or have we? It was then something I haven't noticed before caught my attention.
"How do you know my name?" I asked him, completely ignoring Gregs' favor from before. I've always trusted Greg even from the beginning, but there was something about this man that I was drawn to. He could see it too, because for the first time since he's been here there was hope in his eyes and a smile etched across his face.
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