My mum always says to love is to suffer, but when I met Justin, life became beautiful and all the suffering I had gone through in the past.Just like every beautiful love story will start, it was one beautiful morning; only that it wasn't a beautiful day, it was raining, raining cats and dogs.I had just gained admission to the university, it wasn't an ivy league but the university of NYU was to me far bigger than any dream I had ever imagined, when my parents were killed before me, I lost all grips when it comes to life and that includes academically, I used to be a straight A student and after the incident, I became a C student and had to take summer school to graduate high school, I was later diagnosed with ADHD( Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.), I found it hard to concentrate and I was always making impulsive decisions. I think the only reason I got accepted into NYU was that my college essay was based on my story, you know the one where my parents were killed before me

It was my first time going to his house, he lived in a typical New York-style apartment, it was the third building on the street with a similar building, it was also a building with six storeys, no elevator and he stayed on the sixth floor. I was nervous, this would be the first time I visited a man's house and not just any man, my boyfriend. And considering how we left off last night, I wasn't sure if I was ready to pick it up from where we stopped, knowing it was going to lead to more.I was also nervous to meet his roommate and best friend, Gabriel. He always talks about Gabriel and how thoughtful and daring Gabriel is, and as a lady, there is this unquenchable thirst to want the best friend of the man you like to also like you.I didn't know what to wear, I struggled in the mirror to mentally practice what to say to Gabriel. As I walked up the stairs because I didn't call Justin once I was in the building as instructed, I thought of all the possible things that could go wrong to