e wasn't dull or indifferent at all. In fact, he was a m

al love was like. I couldn't turn down any shrimp, enjoying the feast while chatting non-stop, talking about wanting my boyfriend to ride his bike a

about to grab a cab, he stoppe

eyes, took my hand, and started guiding me, "Turn left, walk straight for ten

ked back home with my eyes closed for more than three hours! Yet, the experience was truly magical. I didn't

reyson's grandfather's passing. Greyson decided to take me back to his hometown, Qa

hem. The road up the mountain was difficult. Seeing I was wearing high heels, Mr. Dawson silently took

ll half a step behind me, and jokingly sang, "Keep o

ted inside. Meeting his parents and elders

suggested Greyson take me

eekily picked some wildflowers from the roadside, seriously declarin

m a big kiss, "Let's

k drenched in sweat, my heart was in turmoil. I knew I was d

y felt a sense of "reality." And then, something h

oung people or couples. My neighbor across from me was a single guy in his early 30s. We didn't really interact, but I had seen him a few times whil

door, claiming he urgently needed the bathroom. I told him another one w

d, immediately covering my chest and crouching down. He acted like he was charging at me but was stopped by his

essed, I immediately called Greyson. He was

e bedroom, speaking softly but firmly,

we went to the police station to give a statement, and then he took me straight to his place. He gently stroked my back,

palm, saying, "Would you move i

t my shattered heart