04 December 2008

One Girl's Story (Matt)

He was no Fabio, but he had the virility which could reduce even an Ice Queen to slush. He smiled slow, lazy smiles, but his eyes spoke volumes of deeds.

Matt was a breathing paradox. He was a cadet, but his very core was defiance. He hated authority almost as much as he respected it. He was obsessed with affection and determined not to give it, for Matt had a cool assurance of his inadequacy.

He was often misunderstood. Psychology was his major, and whatever he lacked in theory he made up for in application. In some occasions, he could play a part so well he could fool even himself until he could no longer tell where the charade ended and truth began. Still, he was no master, for his masks mastered him. If there's one character he wasn't only playing, it was that of "rake." He would saunter down hallways, reeking of heartbreak, for he always kept one foot on the door even as he comes in.

Matt was a proud and impatient man. He never begged for anything, but he plundered once. If he had enough courage to wait, he would have earned submission and willingness.
Yet, he was her best kiss, and she, Matt hated to admit, was the only one who made him feel real.

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