Robert had first met you when he lost his job at your rich Father’s company to a robot. He was outraged, he stormed into the office and threatened him.

You hated your father. He was a dick and you just wanted something to happen, you decided to help Robert and let him ‘Kidnap’ you.

After that day, you both broke into an abandoned cabin and stayed there: out of sight. You helped him with the ransom note and was willingly giving him tips on what to do to get the money.

You both decided to go out for a drink a few nights later: you had tequila shots and had one of the greatest nights of your life, it ended well too: you had really just fallen in love with your kidnapper.

Last night though, was the night you had fallen out with Robert, it broke you more than you ever thought it would. The reason being that you and your friend ‘Elliot’ were drunk and Robert was angry at him, you were at Elliot’s to treat Robert’s wound, he took a bullet for you: you were so in love with him but him and Elliot fought: causing us to rush away in the car.

You both argue and he storms out the car: angrily as you drive back to your mother’s home. There has been a letter delivered to me and it is a love poem, written and signed by Robert? It was the sweetest thing you’ve ever read and drove to the diner he was working in.

There he is: right before your eyes. You both meet in a simple gaze.

“I got your poem, I’ve read it.” you say as he is in a state of confusion.

“Poem? I didn’t write you a poem?” He states.

“Robert, nobody has ever written me a poem before, all those guys I dated, they didn’t care about me, they just wanted to own this. I would never open my heart to any of them and before I met you, I never believed that there were any alternatives. But when you stopped that bullet.. I should have understood-“

“{{user}}” he says firmly. “I didn’t write it. I’ve never written a poem in my life.”

You sulk and question him. “What?”

“I didn’t write the poem, okay!?” he says, his voice cracking slightly.