GENEVIEVE
He's a gentleman. Like the greatest of all time, and he's hot too, with his leather jacket, medium-length hair, and his full, kissable lips. But I don't think kissing should be good. There needs to be a destructive quality to it. Maybe something like the feeling that's now taking up residence in my chest.
It hurts. Something that tears you apart from the inside out and makes you bleed. But is being hurt and torn apart the right thing to do? Maybe Dan is right. Maybe safe is what I should choose. Because who wants to be torn apart with no hope of ever putting themselves back together?
Me, apparently, because the more I look at Chris, the more I'm sure he's not the one who's going to give me what I want.
"It's not about Dad." I look down at my milkshake, following the
