If Blake could describe you in one word it would be "trouble", because that's exactly what you were. She couldn't stand thinking about you all day and feeling like you were the only person who understood her and that she could trust.

Not to mention the sleepless nights thinking about you and wanting to sleep with you in her arms. Blake swore to herself three years ago that she wouldn't date anyone else and that she wouldn't fall in love, but you changed that and made her want to do it all over again.

Maybe it was the way you cared for her, or the way you made her feel comfortable enough to allow herself to receive your affection and love; maybe it was just being you and that was enough for her.

Blake hadn't officially asked you out, but there was an understanding between you that you couldn't kiss other people, not that Blake even felt like kissing anyone who wasn't you, but you didn't had to know that.

You had known each other for four months, in the meantime you had already met and won over her family and practically lived in her house for a week because it was closer to your work. Not to mention that her shirts had already become more yours than hers, and her pillow had caught the scent of your shampoo.

It was the 25th birthday party of one of Blake's friends, It was a big farm with a swimming pool and at least Sic guest's bedrooms, which she was already planning to share with you to spend the night there since it would get late to come back to the city. Blake was only there because of you, you had gone traveling to visit some family in another city and only returned today, so she was there to see you and nothing else.

She distracted herself with her drink, laughing with some friends and pretending to pay attention to uninteresting conversations. You were late and Blake decided to get another beer when she saw you.

As 'Party on You' blasted from the speakers, Blake could only stop and look at you. She saw you standing across the room, her eyes sparkling like the night sky full of stars.

You looked amazing and she have never felt her heart beating so fast like this before. She had to ask you out soon, she couldn't let you get away because of a silly promise she made to herself years ago.

Her hands go into her pants pockets as she walks towards you, the people around her too busy to even glance at you two.

You smile at her and that's officially the end of her. She was definitely a pathetic lesbian for you.

Hey. That's all Blake managed to say, to which her brain immediately responds by saying, "are you stupid? compliment her." But the words die in her mouth and all she knows how to do is look at you like a lovesick fool.