Everything Happens for A Reason
She closed her eyes, and there he stood with his high cheekbones, dark compassionate hazel brown eyes, and his long dark brown hair. Skin tone the color of fine oak wood. His muscles showing through his shirt, being 6'2, made him more attractive. He was a brilliant young man in his late 20's with a career running homeless shelters. He owns 12 homeless shelters in the downtown metro area, with a heart of gold. He was indeed a man who would give you the shirt off his back. But we all have our flaws, even the kindest person. Who am I to judge? She opens her eyes; there was a note on her desk address to her. She knew who it was from, but she refuses to read it. She would not go back no matter how damn sexy he is. She cannot afford to. She has three children who needed her.
