So, I keep remembering the night I was with him. Him being the one who made me blush and go crazy for a few days. Sadly, he is not the love of my life nor do we keep in contact. It was a three day thing. When I first met him at a party I though “damn, he is hottt!” and now I wish I can have more nights like that. To wake up in morning and realize what happened. The way he kissed my forehead and told me good morning with that smile. His eyes, his smile and everything about him felt right. Sadly, it wasn’t more than the truth. I wanted to deny it at first. How we were both drunk off of our minds when we met, when we kissed, and when we did it. How in the morning we continued from the previous night and none of us could recall what happened. How I never wanted to let go of that feeling. A feeling I never knew existed. I won’t regret what I did. I don’t regret at all, because for those three days everything was unreal…