The Reporter

You, dear reader, have to know that I'm no good with communicating my emotions. I'm a really good person but was raised to be a hard ass independante woman. So I always wrote to purge negative and positive feelings. I don't always showcase them. Actually, almost never do.

So, you know what they say...write what you know! Hi there, I'm Luna! For far too long I was lost in a cloud of depression. I was sad, felt worthless and was heartbroken. I had my head far up in my ass. And now, I'm back baby!

So here's what I know! From the top please...

My mantra this year was : I'm gonna say YES to everything. Nothing weird though. I wanted to have new experiences, meet new people, have new kind of fun but mostly, after that night, I wanted to see him again.

At the party he was standing out. He seemed kind, affectionate and smart. Turned out I was right, but, that night, the only thing I was sure about was ''man the dude was fine''!! You see I got a thing for intelligent, well educated, smart men...I find them really damn sexy! So here we go...

Rewind please...He was a reporter. So he talked like a dictionnary and he looked real smart with his glasses. I got to know him afterwards and what I know so far just fucking blows my mind. I can say one thing...I undoubtedly like the guy.

After the first evening of that exciting game of ''getting to know each other'', I was hooked. He was funny, he had a gorgous personality and he was handsome as hell. We spent a few evenings together since then and I know now that I was right about him. He's kinda perfect and goofy and legit scared in horror movies (btw, that's the cutest thing about him). I like a man who doesn't fear his emotions! I find that appealing and it really turns me on. I don't like macho, no surprise there!

Fun fact : The first time we saw each other after the party, it was at his place. I remember him asking me : ''Why did you wanna see me again?'' It took me by suprise and I'm not good answering a question that I truly don't wanna answer. So I muffled something like : ''Because you're a cool dude''. What an idiot, right? At this moment I wanted to disappear...pouff Luna's gone! But no luck for me, still not a magician after all these years of putting my foot in my mouth!

But there's something I'm not proud of. I was feeling guilty because I knew he had a girlfriend, even though she was hundreds of kilometers away. You have to know, dear reader, that I never would've touched him or tried anything morally unacceptable because he wasn't free. My dad did this to every women he was with, so ain't gonna follow that path for sure, but it killed me inside every damn minute. That's just my luck, I had found the perfect guy and he wasn't single. It's like life spitting in my face.

Now, weeks later, I'm at the point where I can see myself falling for this guy. Because he makes me smile for no reason. Because he makes my heart beat faster. Because I feel light as a feather when he's around. Because he makes everything easier. Because he's simply exciting. Because he has the curiosity and the heart of a child but also the maturity and the devotion of a man. Because he makes me laugh. Because I'm feeling these rushes of hapiness passing through my body but mostly because it's him!

I'm afraid to let myself fall head over hill for him, because falling, for me, always rhymed with hurting.

Now that you know...back to you Charles!