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Chapter 12 - The Neutral Prince

Matt walks into his lavish work site one very pale day. He knew a lot of people. The work environment he lived in was very fun and having lived for many years in the city, he knew the in’s and out’s of the community. The very moment he leaves his house in the moring, he kisses his beloved goodbye then jumps into his car then proceed to drive for a little under a mile to reach his job. On the spring of 1989, however, things were a little different. He saw one of his co-workers, jesse, in a different light. He no longer saw her as just that, but he wanted a little more but so did she. She was a daughter of a wealthy politician from the east, who grew up fed on home grown honey and butter milk, which made Matt more reluctant to first make any push towards showing his feelings because he was a farm boy once so long ago when he was little. He thought all his days about embracing her in the morning, after leaving his home and entering work. His thoughts were filled with anguish because whenever he thought about the person he loved the most, the sweet vail, and the blue eyes of jesse, lingered in his thoughts.

The morning of monday, september 5th was something special. Matt woke up in a warm bed but was unable to express what he felt because he was so happy, yet so conflicted because the loved he beared for another was growing so rapidly that when he looked to his left, the woman he swore to spend the rest of his life with, he realized he felt the same. The capacity of his memories with her began to fade and then come back again, but yet, he couldn’t help but be perpetually in love with jesse in his thoughts. She was the most dearest doe he had ever seen in his life, but so was the woman in bed with him at that moment. He felt bad, but the thought of never trying anything with jesse, made him feel worse. Jesse the other night had left him a note, a letter for the upcoming sales report of the company, and at the edge, along with her signature, a heart. He contemplated and tried to understand the underlying message but he failed time and

time again to put his heart on his sleeves, call up jesse and ask her what she meant. The bitter feud between the one he loved and the one he possibly could, made him a “pulled back” person, unable to iterate his love nor be very shy to express his feelings in a way that was clear to him or everybody else.