Having him so close was stirring up all kinds of feelings inside of me. What he had told me he had done in the last year also caused me some conflict. I had taken what he had said as a lie, but was it ? He had literally made sure he got there. Got to where he had always wanted to be. But he had done it all without me. I may sound selfish here. But why did he need me out of the picture to make himself better?
I wasn't thinking rationally , but then again, I never did when he was in my life. Flex had changed in the year I hadn't seen him. His hair was still long on top, but shorter on the sides now. He had more piercings in his ears and his face looked more chiseled than before. Most of all, he looked. How can I put it? More like a man now , his boyish looks dwindling and by the f*****g f*
