Love has nothing to do with choice. It doesn’t take freedom into consideration – and Heaven be damned if it doesn’t consume you.
She’s always been my beginning and she was fated for my end. She can fight this fate as long and hard as she wants, but now that she’s returned, I’ll stop at nothing until I have the end I was once promised.
She’s my perfect opposite, and you know what they say about opposites. I’ve never been more attracted to a woman. In my darkness, she’s a beam of light I can’t resist. To her, I flock like a moth to flame.
She sees through me – it’s always been this way. We have a past, but more importantly, we have a future. She just doesn’t know it yet.
She’s always been mine.
Now, I just have to prove it to her. I’ve always loved a good challenge.
Once upon a time, the man was my personal dream come true. He was the prince to my Disney princess – until he shot that fantasy to smithereens.
He claimed me. He conquered me. He abandoned me.
And suddenly he’s back in my life all deep blue eyes and bare-chested goodness. My defenses are crumbling, and with every stolen touch, I forget a little more of the pain he caused.
He’s breaking through my walls. He’s tearing through my resolve. He’s destroying me because every second of the day, I feel him conquering me – claiming me – breaking me.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough to deny the fate I once believed was written in the stars – the fate I’m beginning to realize we blasted to bits. Is forgiveness really for me to withhold when at the heart of it all, our fault is divided?