INTRODUCTION

My name is Debola Susan Cole, my friends call me Suze. I am a hopeless romantic and given to flights of fancy and endless bouts of daydreaming. I found love at sixteen, lost it at seventeen, found it again at eighteen and I was ecstatic, but then he said it was just a summer fling, three whole months of romance ended because he was going back to the university. I was hurt and resolved to become cynical, I decided to shelf romance and become a real person. I got my head out of the clouds and planted my feet steadily on the ground, after all, true love had eluded me several times, so I wasn't going to pine for it anymore. I lived a life quite peacefully, void of any major drama and earthshaking events until I met him.

  I write so you will understand why I made the decisions that I made. I write so you will know how I felt, what I felt, and how often I was unable to express what I really felt. I write because this is the only way you will know the truth, the only way you will know what really happened to me.
  We met at the university. I was writing my final exams and he was visiting my project supervisor, who was a friend of his. I had walked into the office, complaining quite heatedly about the unwillingness of the laboratory attendants to help with my project work, when I heard an amused chuckle. I gasped, completely embarrassed and blushing to the roots of my hair because sitting there, to my left was a god. I self consciously adjusted my blouse as I tried my damnedest not to stare at him, but how could I not? Perfection made flesh. He was sitting, one leg crossed over the other knee, the crease of his trousers perfectly straightened, and looking so sharp I believed it could slice through thin air. My eyes drifted upwards, past his flat abs and broad chest to his face, and I gulped down saliva again, 'Lawd ',I thought, mouthwatering goodness, his beard was full and carefully trimmed, I think he carved his brows and his eyes, a dark brown that drew me in, I was swirling in their depths.
Then he smirked and said "like what you see? "
It felt like cold water in my face, I was snatched out of my reverie and looked at him with as much as disdain as I could summon and said, rather coldly, "No."
Then I turned to my project supervisor, apologized for walking in unexpectedly, rescheduled another meeting, and walked out with every shred of dignity I could pull together, the jerk could choke on his ego, for all I cared.