My Window is Always Open...

     Now, I may not be Rapunzel with long gorgeous hair overflowing with lucious-ness, and I may not be Sleeping Beauty who is as beautiful as serenity. I'm just a normal teenager. There were times when I dreamed of being a beautiful princess (back in the old days) and there were times when I wanted to have the privileges of being one. But the only thing a fairy-tale-like-princess and I have in common is the fact that were both basically grounded for eternity.

    See my father and I had an amazing relationship. Ever since my mother left us, we had this beautiful combination of a father-daughter and a best friend relationship. It was like that until we had a huge argument about many, many secrets hidden within this Utopia like relationship. We won't get into this argument for it's way too complex and not the topic of this story. Long story short, it lead to a broken, sad relationship full of holes. Until now it's still on the process of repairing...

    "Baby? Are you okay?" says my boyfriend with his tender, yet steady voice.

    "Of course I'm fine!" I giggle and partially lie, "Why wouldn't I be?"

    "Well... Er. I was just checking baby, I missed you" he says softly, wrapping me with his perfectly toned arms around me.

    "I missed you too" gently hugging him back.

    Last night my father and I had a fight. It wasn't our usual father-daughter-oh-whatever fight. It was a huge fight, which lead to violent verbal abuse. See, he called me whore and a stupid girl.

   "YOU'RE SUCH A WHORE!" is still ringing in my ears as if he shot the words at me just a moment ago. He then complained to me how Adrian, my boyfriend, was changing me and just dating me to sleep with me. My father likes to think his own way, likes to believe things his own way, and always thinks he's right. But when he tells me that my boyfriend just uses me for sex, he doesn't know how wrong he is. Sure, if I explain to you our sort of relationship, you'd take my father's side.

    "So what do you wanna do?" I promptly ask, still tense about last night.

    "Anything baby" he replies.

    I started to draw circles on his broad chest, and shoot him a seductive look, "I think you wanna do something, but you're just too scared"

    "Me?! Ha! I'm never scared. You're the one who always chickens out" he replies back, with an irresistible smirk.

    To prove him wrong I climbed on top of him and kissed him in a teasing manner. He wasn't as surprised as I expected, but he knew what I wanted to do. He brushed his hands on my cheek then held my face into place so he had a better grip of our make-out session. We started to really get into it. I felt warm inside, and so happy to be this close with him, but I was running out of air so I pushed myself away trying to catch a breather.

    My name is Luna Elle Stanley, and my boyfriend is Adrian Smith. We've been dating for 2 months now, and it has been really great. The coolest common thing that we share is the fact that were both half Filipino...

    "Adrian, I'm sorry. It's just, well... I just feel really sad. No I'm not okay. I'm not even close to fine. I lost my dad as a friend last night, and his trust. I'm not really in the mood for this."

    "We can do whatever you want. Do you wanna talk about last night?"

    "I'd rather not" I said sharply. Then I burst into tears an cried into his chest. "We had such a perfect relationship! Now it's ruined!" my words came out as a muffle, but he understood.

    "Just give it time baby, everything will be better soon" he replies back  with soothing words. I just lay my head on his chest, slightly nodding. I stay silent as he gently strokes my back, then my hair, then my face.

    "Shit! Baby I need to run. I need to be somewhere with my brother and sisters" Adrian suddenly bursts out, "I'm really sorry"

    "It's okay" I reply with a sugar coated smile. Of course I don't want him to leave. I love being this close with him, but I understand that he needs to be somewhere.

    "Call me sometime tomorrow, if you can" he says, as he kisses me.

    I held him tight and start kissing him passionately. When we stopped all I said was "My window is always open..."