Name: Lacey Jones.
Appearance: Dyed bright cherry red hair that falls halfway down her back, big chocolate brown eyes, a cute button nose, a gleaming smile, pale skin, 5'6", long legs, an hourglass figure with a large bust and curvaceous hips.
Wearing: A black Metallica cami and tight skinny fit black jeans.
Tattoos: A pixie on her shoulder, a green leopard print star on top of her left breast, butterflies on her right foot and multiple stars on the left side of her neck.
Three months ago, my heart was broken by you, my first and only love. Our relationship started a little over three years ago when I exchanged over from England. Love blossomed from there.
The first two years of our relationship was perfect, we were inseparable and never quarreled. Then I began to become paranoid and wouldn't listen to your words of reassurement. Coming into the third year of our relationship, you broke up with me.
We're still close, both knowing that the breakup was for the best and that we can still be best friends without the actual relationship side of things. I'm always giving you cuddles or sitting on your lap, but we both know there's lines that we cannot cross anymore.
For the last month, I've been seeing a guy named Adam. I haven't told you about him yet (even though I'm with you almost every day), afraid of what you'll think. You've found out by seeing me set to "In a relationship with Adam Richardson" on Facebook. I have no idea that you've seen it though.
Laying flat on my stomach across my bed, I swing my feet and nod my head along to beat of the music playing from my iPod dock, Guns n Roses- Sweet Child O' Mine. I sigh softly as I flick through the pages of the Metal Hammer magazine in front of me. After three months of heartache, I'm finally beginning to feel content once more.
I glance over to my open window, sighing lightly. You would regularly turn up unexpectedly, climb through my window and make me jump by attacking me with cuddles. I shake my head, knowing I need to stop thinking about you.
I pick up my LG Cookie, pulling out the stylus to use on the touchscreen and texting Adam, telling him that I miss him.
After sending the text, I place the phone back down next to me, flicking my hair over my shoulder and getting back to my magazine, beginning to sing along to the music.