When we kissed I felt danger. He was a bad boy and I was a good girl. Meeting was a disaster. Sometimes when we kissed I felt freedom but other times I felt danger. I thought it was just a feeling. Till I went to surprise him a day after this feeling of danger and I felt it again. I opened up the apartment to see him kissing a girl. I guess the sense of danger was right. I have learned to trust it, not that I like it. It is always there to guid me. It isn’t always good to now what will happen. To know a certain feeling I’d heartbreak. But thats what happened the first time I fell in love. A souvenir I’d rather not keep.