I don't do love. Hearts, flowers, dates, and girlfriends, it's all pointless. Why tie yourself down to one person when you can have a different one every night? Sure there have been a few that have intrigued me, but none ever made me think about hanging around. No one ever haunted my thoughts after I left. Until Her. I just wanted one night of freedom. A chance to live without prying, and judging eyes. When I met him, the moment he first touched me, it's like I was hypnotized. I got caught up in the moment and made a mistake. I never thought he would be so cold after it. No one has ever made me feel that way. Until him. When you push love away, will you be able to recognize it when it's right in front of your face? Or will everything be ripped away before you get the chance to really love?