Another Excerpt From The Book - Memoirs of a Dark Girl

I was speechless, sort of intimidated by his cocky, confident stance.  He had sleepy eyes, the color of topaz.  They looked like two glowing embers.  His eyes were warm and sexy and I wanted him, too.  This would just be this evening's entertainment, though.  I loved Gavin with my whole heart, but had at long last given up on him.   He was done, junk, a limp, lifeless corpse, his only sustenance, the heroin that was preserving him as a living, breathing being. 

I was bored I needed something to happen.  I was done with being in mourning.  They say time heals all wounds, well, kinda, but if I sat long enough and thought about Gavin, I would bawl my eyes out to this very day.  Its weird.  Its not like I could possibly still love him, because I was just a kid when I thought I did love him, but the mere memory of that pain just stirs something up in my soul I can’t explain, but anyway, I love it when they chase you and you don't want to admit you want it even more than they do.  He chases you, says things to you that aren't particularly interesting or clever and it makes your heart melt right in his big retarded hands.  He was not my type, but in another way, he was, a tall blonde Irish boy, a bad-ass.  Well, at least he thought his dumb ass was.