I got home feeling rejected and frustrated, I was pondering over how Desmond forgot about me just for nine months, men can be just a doggy.
How on earth would he just forget about me in a hurry, I mean is only been nine months since I left, he would have fought harder now than ever and not to go run into Cynthia’s arms just like that.
I went upstairs and slumped on my bed forcing the rest gesture of sleep to come in but my mind was still busy recollecting the incident I watched at Desmond's, I was unable to sleep and so I got up to look for something busy, scrolled my phone to see whom to call for a hangout but none came ringing in my head except for Desmond.
For every guy, I had met recently I have always compared them to Desmond I started seeing those qualities of his in his absence,
