As I stood before Clyde, my doubts and fears swirling like a tempest, he sensed the turmoil within me. His eyes, those piercing windows to his soul, locked onto mine, and I felt the depth of his understanding.
Without a word, he bridged the gap between us, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle, reassuring caress. But I pushed away, my heart still reeling from the shock of seeing him with Thalia.
"Clyde, wait," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Who am I to you?" I asked, my words tumbling out in a desperate bid for clarity.
Clyde's expression softened, his features etched with compassion.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
"Was it just a one-night stand?" I pressed, the words burning on my tongue.
Clyde's lips curled into a smile, a smile that spoke of secrets shared and promises kept.
"Oh, Dahlia," he whispered, his breath dancing across my skin.
He pulled me close, his arms enveloping me in a warm, comforting embrace.
His lips claimed mine once more, and this time, I couldn't pull away.
The kiss deepened, each minute, each second, a testament to the connection between us.
Clyde's hands cradled my face, his thumbs tracing the contours of my cheeks.
"I loved you from the first minute I met you," he confessed, his words whispered against my lips.
My heart skipped a beat, my very existence hanging in the balance.
"I couldn't breathe without you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, tears of joy, of relief, of surrender.
Clyde's eyes locked onto mine, burning with intensity.
"Dahlia, be mine," he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Be my girlfriend," he whispered, the words hanging in the air like a promise.
My heart soared, my doubts vanishing like mist in the morning sun.
I nodded, my response barely audible.
Yes.
Yes, I'd be his.
Clyde's smile lit up the night, a radiant beacon illuminating the path ahead.
He swept me into his arms, our lips meeting once more.
Promises of forever.
Promises of love.
In that moment, I knew I was home.
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March 20
Life with Clyde was a dream. Every moment felt like a gift.
We'd wake up together, our hands intertwined.
Clyde would caress my cheek, his fingers tracing the contours of my face.
"Good morning, beautiful," he'd whisper.
His lips would brush against mine, a gentle peck.
I'd smile, my heart skipping a beat.
We'd call each other every morning, before classes.
"Just wanted to hear your voice," Clyde would say.
Our conversations were simple, yet meaningful.
How was your night?
What's your schedule like today?
I love you.
I love you too.
Classes became bearable, knowing Clyde was just a glance away.
We'd steal looks, exchange smiles.
Clyde would sit next to me, his hand on my thigh.
Professor's lectures faded into the background.
All that mattered was us.
We'd walk hand-in-hand, exploring campus.
Laughing, joking, living.
Clyde's love was contagious.
He made me see the world through his eyes.
A world full of beauty, full of life.
April 1
Clyde surprised me with a picnic.
Our favorite spot, overlooking the lake.
He brought my favorite food, my favorite flowers.
We sat together, watching the sunset.
Clyde's arms wrapped around me.
"I love you," he whispered.
I turned to him.
"I love you too," I replied.
Our lips met, the world fading away.
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April 15
Our love was a fairy tale, but reality eventually set in.
It started with a simple plan.
Clyde and I were to study together for our upcoming exams.
We'd spend the day reviewing notes, quizzing each other.
But when I arrived at the library, Clyde was nowhere to be found.
I texted him.
"Hey, where are you?"
No response.
I waited for an hour, then called.
Straight to voicemail.
My mind began to wander.
Was he okay?
Did he forget?
Or was he ignoring me?
I tried to focus on my studies, but my eyes kept drifting to the clock.
Two hours passed.
Still no Clyde.
I felt neglected, unimportant.
Like I wasn't even on his radar.
Memories of our laughter, our whispers, and our stolen glances flooded my mind.
But they were overshadowed by the sting of rejection.
I packed my bags and left the library.
As I walked back to my dorm, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
Why did he forget?
Was I not worth his time?
The questions swirled in my head.
I reached my dorm, and Emily noticed my tears.
"What's wrong?" Emily asked.
"Clyde forgot our study plans," I said.
Emily's expression turned sympathetic.
"Maybe he's just busy," Emily suggested.
But I knew Clyde.
He'd never forget.
Unless...
Unless something was more important.
Like basketball.
Like his friends.
My anger simmered.
Clyde finally called, hours later.
"Hey, sorry about today," Clyde said.
"Sorry?" I repeated.
"What happened?" I demanded.
"I went to a basketball game with friends," Clyde explained.
"A game?" I spat.
"You forgot about me for a game?"
Clyde sighed.
"I know it was important to you. I'm sorry."
His apology sounded hollow.
"You always put your friends first," I accused.
Clyde's expression would later show genuine regret.
But in that moment, I felt betrayed.
"You're always busy," I continued.
"Either with classes, or friends, or sports."
Clyde's silence spoke volumes.
"I feel like I'm not important to you," I whispered.
Clyde's voice softened.
"Dahlia, that's not true."
"Then prove it, you literally missed out study prep for a game...." I challenged.
The argument lingered.
Unresolved.
Unforgiven.
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