belinda

i met my fh at a house party (my own).  i was totally wasted and kept following him around like a lost puppy.  Not a good start i know! next thing i know he was at my house all the time.  My sister and i were living together and he was a friends of hers.  I used to get so mad about him being there so much.  I was like what does he not have his own home?  before i knew it i was getting mad if he went home!  then my sister decided to move back in with my parents and mike slowly moved all of his stuff in one of the guest rooms.  from there it started making its way into my room.  that room soon became our room and there you have it.