Listen to "I was a fool for Love" by Elle Fanning (cover)

Moments in Elisabeth's dormroom.

I lodged at a hotel in Cleveland and spent most of the days there. The wide balcony was my favorite spot in the room, comfortable and cosy.

The passing time takes me to the days we were together. It was so simple back then. I would drop by her dormroom in the middle of the evening and sleep for hours as she sat on Lucy's bed to study.

I realised that Elisabeth would stare at me as I closed my eyes. But I'd pretend not to notice.

I adored how she sat there and looked at me. It felt as though someone was watching over me. Thats a silly thought coming from me, but Betty made me feel looked after or something as such.

In a strange, scary but beautiful way Elisabeth always felt like home. Her existence in my life was an amazing grace. I can't explain it by words that make sense, but Elisabeth meant something to me. She is an important part of my life.

I want her back.

Why did I have to get attached? Now I'm tangled and honestly, thinking about that worries me.

So I don't.

Elisabeth.

I miss her touch, and her fragrance, and her essence. Thinking about her smooth bare skin does things to me that I fail to control. It awakens the desires that were buried underneath to emerge on the surface. I can't stop thinking about her. She feels good. She tastes so sweet, looks so real, sounds like something that I used to feel. But I can't touch her now because she is not here and that sucks.

Having her close made me remember that I had a heart. Elisabeth took me back to that period were I was still unbroken. When I was younger, hopeful and ready to feel. She has this pure energy that caused my strong tall walls to shake slightly.

My thoughts are mostly shameless and flithy. I can't help but fantasize about how it will feel to be with her again. Body and soul.

I need her near.

Perhaps this is my body talking out loud. Lying to me. But the lies are beautiful. And they look like the prettiest brunette with delicious pair of lips and sparkling green blue eyes that go by the name Elisabeth Wilson.

And she is wonderful.

God! I sound so crazy right now.

But its okay because I'm probably crazy about her anyway. May as well be a fool for her.

I remember the first time I slept with her. Elisabeth was so innocent, she still is. I was surprised when Betty revealed that she never gave herself to anyone else before me. The girl is stunning and I thought she was joking about being untouched up until penetration was difficult. And the way she was shaking beneath me. Claiming her innocence created something between us.

It was my first time sleeping with a virgin. I felt clueless even after having experience in sex.

Her sounds were so soft. So igniting that I thought I might probably climax in the first ten seconds.

"James, slow down." She moaned beautifully, trembling by my touch.

I stopped. "Did I hurt you?" I feared.

Elisabeth lightly laughed, clinging to my shoulders. "No James. Everything is a little too much for me to handle. The pain and the goodness is overwhelming. I just don't want to miss the feeling."

I kissed her deeply.

She gasped smoothly as I moved inside her in a steady rhythm. She was really tight, I remember the way It felt within her.

It took me intense focus in controlling my urges so I could satisfy Elisabeth and make the experience less painful for her.

And her moans and whimpers made it worth the struggle. The noises that girl makes are addicting as anything else. What I could give to have her beneath me again!

Ravaging and devouring her delicate body and exploring those sweet places as if they are mine to keep.

And now, I can not do any of that.

Its not just her body that drives me. Its everything that comes along with it. Her mind, her character, she's so patient. Very patient.

I arrived in Cleveland Ohio about five days ago. Apparently, Elisabeth didn't stay here for long. She left after confirming her admission at the NYU branch.

I have an idea of where she might have gone to. Am not exactly sure about this hunch but may be Elisabeth is in Florida. She grew up there.

I hired a private investigator to find her location. Turns out Betty's parents no longer possess an home address. They lost their house about a year ago after failing to pay the mortgage.

According to the investigator, Elisabeth has three older brothers and they are runaways. They have a few criminal records but nothing serious. So I do not think Elisabeth is with them.

Since her mother is in prison, the only option left is her dad. But that's the problem. The man disappeared about three or four years ago after committing a serious crime. The authorized refused to give us any information about the felony, so I have no idea what he did. Or where he could possibly be.

But since the man is off range then Elisabeth is not with him.

That's why am still here in Cleveland. I have no leds on how to reach Betty and its beginning to frustrate me. I'm getting impatient.

Her relatives are scattered around America. Why did they have to be crooks? It makes it even more difficult for me to find Betty.

Elisabeth is so different from everyone else in her family. That makes me so proud of her.

The investigator assured me that he might send me a crucial led by tomorrow. Once I get that, then am flying out of cleveland.

Hopefully, Betty will come back with me to New York with minimal resistance. I can't stand being far from her.

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