Eight years ago, I fell for Ryder Thompson.
He knew me in a way no one else did.
He held my heart in his hands.
Until he brought it crashing to the floor.
I picked up the pieces, vowing to never let him back in.
And I never thought I would see him again.
Then one day, he reappeared in my life.
I promised myself I would ignore him.
Tacoma Calloway made me a better man.
To this day I swear upon it, no matter how broken I am.
We weren't meant to be together when we first met.
We were two lost souls finding solace in the other.
But eight years later, I still want her.
I forbid myself from loving her then.
And I am unable to love her now.
If only my heart would listen.