• Enigma

    by  • July 29, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 0 Comments

    I made the mistake of underestimating you. I knew you as a boy, so many years ago when we were both young, but you are a boy no longer. I was not expecting your depth and intelligence. I was not expecting to be so drawn to you. I was not expecting to want you or you to want me. Not expecting the tempest our interaction would create. It was innocent. Just conversations. The more we spoke the more intrigued I became. We danced with words, spinning, flowing, enticing. You danced your way into my heart. My heart, my life, belong to another. This can not be. We can not be. I have to let you go …

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