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eyes narrowed and his lips pressed in a thin line. He wasn’t even looking at me, but into the distance…toward my parents.
    “Those people were them, weren’t they?” He had been referring to those people being my parents. I had regained the power of speech at that moment and took that time to lean against him.
    “Yeah, that was them,” I replied.
    He had never met my parents and I never wanted him to. Meeting them would only ruin his day, and I didn’t want that. He didn’t need to know them to understand why I never wanted to be near them.
    “They said they were proud of me,” I told him.
    The news then was still so shocking to me that it felt like if I didn’t tell someone it would be a lie; that I had only imagined it all. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I could feel his warmth so easily at that time. It radiated off him and comforted me.
    “I’m proud of you,” he said as he gave me a quick kiss to my temple. After that, his parents treated us to a celebration dinner at a fancy restaurant. The moment Danny kissed my temple, I realized that he didn’t think of me as anything but a friend, a sister. I knew from the start he hadn’t felt that way about me. But to come to such a deep level of love with him and be told that, have him kiss me like that, was an entirely new pain that ripped through my chest and clawed viciously at my heart. I cried that day so much that I felt as if I was broken. I would have cried less, I know for sure, but I kept on for one reason; I had nowhere to go and so I had ended up back at his house and was held for hours by the creator of those tears, him. He was so close and yet he still didn’t understand how I felt about him.

Chapter Two
    My plans of getting a job and an apartment were dashed when his parents, not my own, pushed me into going to college. They had said that it was a better path to take for the future. When I had said I had no money to afford it, they had told me not to worry. Days later, they had come up with the money, and I had gone to college. I found out only later that it was my parents that had given them the money to pay for my college tuition.
    Apparently, at some point, they had went to them and told them. I hadn’t thanked my parents, and still haven’t thanked them for the money. I know it’s only right that I should, but it was Danny’s parents that told me not to. They said that my parents hadn’t wanted me to know and to tell me that Danny’s parents had paid for it. I hadn’t understood if it was an act of apology or of guilt. I still don’t know which it was.
    Danny and I didn’t go to the same college. It was only natural. He wanted to become a chef, and I had no clue as to what I was going to do for the rest of my life.
    I was undecided and for the longest of times that was my major. Life went on and Danny had another girlfriend at his side. I remember this one particularly well for the main fact that she wasn’t a cheerleader type but a caring type and because she and I became friends.
    Ordinarily, I distanced myself from his girlfriends. I hadn’t spoken more than a few words to any of his previous girlfriends with the exception of my ex-best friend. However, I learned quickly that this girl was different and far from ordinary. The first meeting we had was when I came to Danny’s for dinner.
    It was easier for me to come to visit him since I lived on campus of my university, and he lived at home. My college wasn’t far from his home which made me happy that he was still so close by.
    Upon entering his home, I smiled at smelling that enchanting aroma wafting through the air. The next second I heard laughter. It caught me by surprise that someone else was with Danny. He hadn’t had a girlfriend the week before when I had spoken last with him. When I went into the kitchen to investigate, that’s the moment I saw her in all her beauty. With long flowing blonde hair and big bright blue eyes, she was so beautiful. Standing on