The Curse
I love him. I can’t help it. He doesn’t want me but I crave him like he is my daily bread. I have crossed oceans, well not literally but, I have gone the extra miles. I have been a great companion, brought my “best” to the table. He still didn’t want me. He didn't want me like I wanted him. He didn't want me like I wanted him to. (Does this tow the line of obsession? If not keep, if it does - expunge). THE ROBBERY- A real life experience I tried diverse tactics to rid the memory of him from my mind. But I failed woefully even as every dress I wanted to wear, every place I tried to hang out, every food I tried eating, perfumes, even the silhouette of a stranger reminded me of him. He was my soul mate. He had marked, eternally, into my soul the very essence of his being so badly. No one was even interested in making me theirs. And quite truthfully I didn’t want them to. In him I found an unexplainable satisfaction. I only wanted one thing: Him. ...