Maybe it was the occasional glint in her eyes, like she knew what she was doing. Maybe it was simply the way her hair shined in the light; how it always looked perfect. Maybe it was the soft, sumptuous curves of her body. Maybe it was the perfect smallness of her being. Maybe it was… Continue reading Maybe

Too Young to Realize

I was young. Too young to realize what was really happening. Too young to realize this was love. Too young to realize it was one sided. Too young to realize I was being used.    I remember the way my heart started to pound, a wide smile filled with teeth gracing my face when she… Continue reading Too Young to Realize