DIANAIt's been one week since my resolution with Bryan, we still haven't talked about his move, but he promised me that he would think about it and let me know his final verdict, which I'm hoping will be to stay back, and even if he doesn't get to stay back, I'm hoping we can find a compromise.I hope with every inch of me that I don't sound selfish everytime I wished that he would stay back, I'm just not ready to let a good thing go.I checked the little box he gave to me in the car that day, and it was a locket. It had a portrait that he sneak took of me on our third date on one side of the locket, and my favorite quote on the other side: “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”_Williams Shakespeare (The tempest).It made me smile so much that I forgot he was going to leave, and it made me realize I didn't want to lose Bryan. This past one week has been busy for me, I had field work for some hot news, and Bryan had back to back surgeries. So we've basically been living off te

DIANABryan's body frame against mine sends a rush through me, it feels strong and fierce, two things that I am not, there's so much difference in the ways we explore each other, and I so gladly take delight in our differences. My hands move gracefully in his hair as we make our way to the bedroom, while I undress him. I help him out of his shirt and slide his trousers down his thighs as he steps out of them, but he leaves me fully dressed. When we get to the edge of the bed, he spins me around so that his chest touches my back, and I stand still at the feeling of him against me.“Tell me if I do something you don't like, okay?” His authoritativeness especially in that deep and horny voice, sends chills through me.“Okay, I will.” I respond, my voice barely making it through.His hands gathers my hair, but softly, like he's avoiding what has happened the past two times.“Is this okay? Me touching your hair like this, is it okay?”“Y__ yes.” I moan out.“Don't make those sounds D, I'm

DIANAMy eyes open to familiar blinds as I wake up dazed. I look around and realize I'm still in Bryan's house, and I'm in his shirt. I have little to no memory of what happened before I slept off, so I use a few minutes to think back before my memory clicks... I told him about my childhood trauma. I sigh, “Oh my God Diana, you just really had to!” I whisper to myself. I look at the clock on the wall and the time reads 9:03am. I really slept in. I stand up from the bed and walk to the blinds, I open them slightly, as I take in the view from here. The area is quite sparse, but with very large beautiful buildings, all in the same structure and arrangement, which must make it an estate. It's especially very quiet and very perfect for a private life, it probably costs a fortune though.I move to the huge mirror by the blinds, and I stare at myself for some minutes. I love myself in Bryan's shirt. I tilt my head to the side and smile. “You should keep it, I like it better on you.” I tur

DIANAThe last time I set my eyes on Bryan was about a week ago, on the roof top. While something in me wished he had followed me and plead for a way to make things work, another part of me did not want to see an inch of him and was ready to punch him in the face [or groin] if he had even tried to stop me. Either way, what can I say? I've been good... NOT. Yh, I've not been good. On some days or random occasions, the tears just flow, so easily, and for the stupidest reason being a guy. I only console myself with reason that everybody goes through things like this, and it's okay to let the tears out, no use caging your emotions.My life has always been enclosed by walls, walls to protect me of what I went through as a little girl, walls to protect me from men like my father, and to protect me from being as fragile as my mother. I let those walls down for Bryan, because it just made sense, it made sense to be loved and allow yourself be loved, but now nothing makes sense.You know how

DIANAAnd in the blink of an eye, almost literally, the 21st is here, and I'm not as enthusiastic as I was to go on the vacation anymore. Seeing Daniel and Miss LA girlfriend is just not appealing, they are cute, but not so much so when I'm trying to get over my ex. So now they just make me want to puke, but in a cute way. Sigh.By 6am, we are on the road to South California, and I'm having none of it. The roads are bumpy, the whole place is foggy and these two love birds in front are jamming and singing along to fucking love songs. “I wonder why we had to go this fucking early, the trip isn't even more than two hours you know.” I protest.Daniel's LA girlfriend stretches her neck to view me as I shout from the back seat, and I squeeze my eyes and purse my lips to make a “What?” face in her direction, without saying anything.“Ignore her Mira, Diana is just always cranky in the mornings, and also hates to travel by road, bumpy ones most especially.” Daniel defends, only, I don't know