twenty-eight days ago

Twenty-eight days ago, he closed the door and kissed me before I know it.

And then he was there.. exploring my every skin until I had the courage to say stop.

"You know, I really appreciate that you like me, and I know that this has been running for quite a while now... but we really can't let this happen."

"This is just for fun, Joyce. Don't worry too much."

For fun?

Then I figured he meant it. His way of kissing me is so familiar... The last time I had that kind of kiss was to the person who never had the intention of loving me. Now, I hit another stinger. And I know I am right.

"Why do you like me?"

"Because you're very attractive, Joyce. Can't you see that?"

"No, I can't."


Something occurred to me again. Two years ago, I asked the same question to someone.

"Why do you like me?"

"Because you're simple. Because you're being you."

"I'm just a normal person. There's nothing special about me. Look at you..."


Back to the closed room, he held my legs and carried me. He pressed my body against him as we kissed and leaned on the wall.

I closed my eyes and felt depressed. You are such a looser, Joyce. I thought you swore you would never be a third party again..

I pulled back and look into his eyes.

"You know what, I really like this to go on... but let's be mind-over-matter on this, okay?"

"Okay, can we be at lest affectionate?"

I hung my head and tried not to look at him.

"You know what, you are one hundred percent correct. Let's keep this as professional as possible."

He opened the door and allowed me to leave.