“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.”

Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to.

I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again.

He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other.

Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.

You Can Call Me

　　When I got back to my apartment in New York, I was tired and drained. The second I arrived home, I dropped my things and went to sleep on top of my couch. I was that tired to think I slept the entire hours during our flight back here in New York. I was glad that I'm hope, I miss civilization and phone signal and Internet and Monique. Even though Machu Picchu was a truly a beautiful place to visit, I still can't help it not to miss New York City.


CHAPTER 121 : "New"