The story, from his point of view:) This woman. The one up there^^, you see. She is one stubborn, yet beautiful lady! In the mid week of February, 2011, my heart had been broken, again, by my ex. As the days passed, and my sorrow grew worse and I showed it more and more, Allison seemed to notice. She messaged me on Facebook here and there trying to talk or say anything which I almost always ignored or gave up on within a few messages. But she wouldnt quit. Every sad post I had, she would say something in essence, to “suck up,” such as: cheer up, smile!, or tell me how undeniably cute I was. Her goal wasn’t to give me sympathy, and that is what I was after. The little compliments here and there slowly became my cocaine, however, I pushed her away so bad. I pushed her away from my heart and mind, but only her looks, I couldn’t stand to not stalk her photos and gauk at the pure beauty and sex-esq feeling I felt every time I looked at her body and face. Little to either of our knowledge, her looks would be the thing that kept her hopes for me alive. She has a terrible reputation at Lakeview High where we went to school and that reputation scared me and kept me away from her for so long. I wouldn’t even stop to listen to her story to get a second opinion because i’m stubborn and my views on love didn’t match who she supposedly was. Feeling I was right, as i always find myself to be, I only talked to one friend about my possible interest in a girl that had a child at seventeen. That friend was Tyler, because he understands where my walls are and how they fall, however, the conversation quickly was settled on the terms that I was very right and to stay the fuck back. I went to look at her one last time, and she was taken and I was PISSED so I realized I could do that. Only for a while. By now it was June and I had ended the relationship that Allison had a passionate hate for. Throughout my whole seven weeks with her, Allison never seized to be her creepy interested self as she liked and or commented on every post I had, some even within seconds of posting. But the truth was… I loved it. Every last bit of it. Cheyenne hated it. She always said how i’d end up loving her no matter how much I denied any feelings of even friendship with Allison, which at points, were true. That part of my life was over, but my attraction to Allison wasn’t. I thought about it day n’ night. And finally, I decided to start a conversation with her and texted her asking her what was going on. Her reply was a shocked face with a response saying that she was high as fuck. I was anti-marijuana at the time. I got very mad and gave up on her for five weeks no matter how much she tried. Come the end of September, I had gone back to my comfort zone like I always do when I fly that was Abbigail and Sarah, girls from ballooning. I put my life into trying to get (back) with Abby from Aug-sept and got nowhere. Then, like has become my thing, I went for her friend, Sarah. Well the same thing happened, but Allison was back in my head and I was alright friends with her. The night I gave up on Sarah was homecoming night. I prayed to god Allison would show up. On the contrary I got followed around by Cheyenne and her friend. A shoutout to Megan Ramone for forcing me to come and saved my life from the 9mm I had locked and loaded. Allison and I talked here and there through tge early weeks of October when on October 23, our futures would merge together. She offered to bring hot chocolate to my frozen self late at night. Any girl that willing, alright, you’ve earned this chance. And she blew me away. I drooled over her looks and the sound of her voice as we talked with my co-worker, Ken. I knew I was fucked, in a good way. The hug she gave me was the best, to this day, of my life. The next night she drove to a different city to see me, second brownie point. Only to bring her daughter with her as we both feared would keep us apart. But it was the opposite. I fell so hard for the little one and looked up and got goosebumps looking at Allison, it was game over, all in, where do I sign… she stayed with me until five in the morning talking to me and laughing with me. She talked atleast 4 hours constant. She felt annoying, but little did she know I loved it, I found it to be the same pleasure I find in being read a new story out loud to. She left and it was the hardest goodbye since February, and it was only for the day. Later on that day, she came to see me at work. Something sparked and we both just stopped and looked at eachothers eyes, lips, and eyes again. She proceeded to attack kiss me more intensly than i’d been kissed in over a year. I stopped her to make her mine, and the make out session continued. A “finally” feeling for her efforts and a “finally” feeling for my broken heart and mind. I, people, was in love.