17. The change
It was a long lonely night. Taylor slept on the couch in the living room. We had a fight last night. I can still recal the tears streaming down her face. She told me that she we couldn't work like this anymore. That she didn't want to be my 'fuck budy'. Those words hurt me. She wasn't my fuck budy she was my girl and I love her. I want to hold her in my arms and never let go. I want us to last for all eternity. She was my baby. " Justin?" a small voice called as I walked down the stairs, " I love you. I'm sorry about last night, I just felt uncomfortable." I was understanding to be honnest I wasn't getting anything out of it,don't get me wrong I liked it but, it wasn't my sensation.
I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist, she leaned in putting her hands on my pelvis. I kissed her beautiful glowing hair. She lifted her head locking her lips with mine, it felt like forever but really was about 8 seconds.
"I love you Justin" she managed to say, " I don't want your body, but your soul." I said to her.
It was our last day at home before my world tour.