The Darker The Night; The Brighter The Stars

I was always talking to my mother about the idea of finding true love at ages six to eight. I was more interested in sharing my first kiss with another person. But when i was in grade 2, I was starting to develop crushes on certain boys, but they did not pan out. One boy ran off with a northern girl named Samantha..... the other one thought that math was r slurred. And that was putting it politely. It was not easy. By the time I was eight years old, I remember having a crush on the Backstreet Boys. I could not help but think their authenticity was cool. As I started to wonder if I was even wanted after my high school, sweetheart cheated on me. It seemed like no one wanted a girl that wad smarter than them. As i looked at myself in the mirror and gave myself a long, hard think. I just said to myself that the pursuit of love was foolish for me. No one wanted to date a brain. Instead, they want to date blonde hair and a pair of boobs and an ass. Neither of which I bad in high school or now. I was anorexic skinny m and flat chested despite eating my weight in food every meal. As I push my semi long hair out of my eyes. It was when I looked at my multicolored hair and thought life would be easier as a blonde. But what was so great about them.

I am a math major in college, and I hope to be a mathematician. Though this is where my story starts art ad far ad my life starts too. I could go one about how lame my life was, but that would not get me very far in love. I never shared my first kiss with annoying.

I did not think about the about the new math professor who was coming from Moscow, who I thought was annoying at first but won my heart. His name was Dima, and he was straight up annoying before I fell in love with him.

He was a physicist and a mathematician who had a scar near his left eye. I did not know very much about Dima's background except that I was twenty and he was forty.

Though I could not stop looking at him. I blamed his scar for that. But really, I was falling in love with him.

When I started to stare at him, that was when i was noticed by Dima.

"Miss Lilly," he said with a slight Russian accent. "Can I see you in my office."

"Why," I thought about this. This could not be good.

I entered his office. he is there smiling at me. This was creepy.....

"I like having you ad a student....." He continues. "You're gifted and beautiful."

He kisses me square on the lips, "I want to claim you..... as my own."

"With all do respect....." I said. "This is inappropriate."

"I am not married. I want to date you. I have been falling in love with you since I started to work here."

"Really."

"Just love me for my flaws. Ok..." He said.

He comes up to me and starts to make out with me. Soon, i opened myself up to him and welcomed him to enter me. But he doesn't just yet. I run my fingers through his tough hair.

He actually wanted to he with me.... I thought to myself.

"I have no wife...." He reassured me.

"And I never had a boyfriend. Until now." I said flirtatious.

"I never had a girlfriend before," he said.

"Well, you kiss and make out like a pro."

He smiles at me and kisses me again. "Do you want to have lunch with me."

"Yes," i said. I never really had friends before either. "I would like that."

"I have no one here, too."

So what was a tough looking punk rocker doing with him. Well, just see and find out.