So for the rest of the trip we talked and on the last day we kissed then I left.

I went home and cried because I just left the love of my life. To make me feel better I called him. No answer, so I  texted him and told him I loved him. I waited for several hours, but he never called or texted back. During those hours, I began thinking. I know I've met him before, so I looked in all my school pictures. I found him. He lied to me, but why?

He gave me his address before I left the hotel, so I decided I would drive over. I was at the door ready to knock and I heard something from inside. It was a woman talking, it wasn't him. I knocked anyways. I heard her run across the house. Then Adam answered the door and grabbed me by the hips then pulled me in.