This man was different to me than all the others. This man was the one I loved. He was the best looking one in the room. Strong jaw, hurt eyes, cute, crooked smile, it all fit so perfectly. He was the reason I am as strong as I am today. He was my first, and last love. No one could compare to his smile, his laugh, the look he gave me whenever our eyes met. The look that told me he loved me. He wasn’t a loner, just shy. He really didn’t like people that much, but he tried. Life had thrown him a lot of curveballs in the past. Some he knocked out of the park, with others, he struck out, but at the end of the game, he was always a winner in my book.
While the other guys were laughing at the man in the middle of the table, he was looking out the window with blank eyes. He cracked another pistachio shell and handsomely threw the pistachio in his mouth. He seemed so calm despite the events that were about to unfurl. The men in the bushes outside whispered their plans as the mens inside laughed even louder.