The night was good up until Alana had to ruin it. I know that she didn’t feel about me the way I felt about her, but she wouldn’t even give me a chance to make her feel that way. Walking away from her was the hardest thing that I ever had to do, but it was right. If I had stayed, we would have ended up having s*x all over again, and that only seemed to make things worse.
It really was over before it even started. I cleaned up for the rest of the night but didn’t stay nearly as long as I did the night before. Getting out of there earlier was a better call. The longer I stayed around, the easier it got to catch her scent wafting by when I got close to her room.
See? This was the problem with love. Fairytales make it seems so easy. Reality wasn’t like that at all. In the real world, we had
