Salvatore

Catch me if you can
Working on my tan
Salvatore

Salv had a way with words to charm me, or to make me feel like I'm special. She'd always look at me with her hazel eyes and tell me how much she loved me. Her smooth dark skin and poofy brown hair mesmerized my every being. She was in fact, the light of my horrible life. It all started with a rooftop dining party. The invitation informed us on how to dress, where it was, and who was hosting it, Salvatore Beau Durand. The only reason I had received that invitation was because a former friend wanted to catch up and show me a fun time. The party was small and elegant, everyone stood out. I felt like the only one who wasn't prepared, with my wavy black hair, gross brown eyes, and tan freckled skin. I felt out of place at the time until I was approached by the goddess herself, Salvatore.
"Who might you be?"
"I'm Jane Farone, my close friend Emily brought me."
"Excellent! I love your dress, and your hair is so magnificent!"
I thought she was joking until I saw her expression of awe.
"Thank you."
The night went on and I swooned over her, especially when she brought me back to her place.
Oh Salvatore, how I love you.