Everyone has a nemesis. He became mine. Sure, he’s charming to the naked eye. The perfect suit-wearing gentleman, scorching hot, as if he walked straight off a magazine cover. But anyone with a brain knows better. I know better. He’s an arrogant prick, full of himself. A dream crusher. So, why can’t I focus when I’m in his presence? Why does the control I worked so hard for vanish at the sound of his voice? Notwithstanding there is a storm looming over me, I’m looking for my rainbow. And he, he is the sun who makes it possible.
