You and Your White Horse

Taylor's P.O.V

"I'm sorry." I looked down at my phone, at the face of my boyfriend, Damon, who at the second looked like an Angel. I paced back and forth, thinking of how he looked when I saw him kissing that other girl. I believed he could have been different than all those other guys, that he actually loved me.
"I know you are..." I whispered, feeling the tears slip down my face.

"Do You Love me?"

"...Yeah."

"Will you give me anther chance?"

"....Yeah."

I saw his face light up, that face of an angel was too sad when I said yes, I couldn't take it.

"Meet me in the field?" He asked. I nodded, he had the same phone as me so I knew he saw it.
I went out and saddled Cherry, I rode out to the field where he was waiting, sitting on his American Indian white horse, White Romeo. He smiled and waved. He swung his leg over the horse and slipped off, and walked over to help me off Cherry. When I was on my feet, he hugged me.

"I'm so sorry, Taylor." I notice how he didn't call me by my nickname, Cherry Bomb. So I didn't call him Romeo.
"I know"