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She had a weakness for running.
I had a weakness for her.
I am a man. I don't run. I don't lie. I don't cheat, and I don't use. I don't find enjoyment in games, either. I've paid for my mistakes in life and learned from them. I know what I want, Aesa, and I want you. Nothing more. Nothing less.
There are times in life when the imagined worst-case scenario proves better than reality. When the images cultivated in your mind are not nearly as horrifying as the truth. When the desire to turn back time and do things differently burns through your body so fiercely that it singes the very fiber of your being, forever changing you.
Your family. And there is no stronger bond than that.
Clarification. I imagined the events that occurred that night had led him to question a lot of things, even things that I'd admitted to already. "Yes." "Sean and Cooper too, right?" he asked with slight distaste. "Yes," I replied, feeling it best to leave it at that. "How long have you been this way?
Watched as they flashed clips of people dancing, bartenders fixing whatever drink was en vogue, and a montage of interviews with delighted patrons. Maybe I really should try going out, it looks like fun ... but drunk people always look like they're having a good time.
I told you once I would never let you fall, Aesa ... And you're falling. You just don't see it.'
'No, you're wrong,' I snapped ... 'I've already fallen. You just don't want to see it.
I'll never let you fall again.
A man doesn't seek out a woman because he wants to screw her and leave, nor does he leave her because he can't screw her at all. That's an asshole. A real man goes after a woman because he knows that life with her far surpasses that without her. He should be stimulated by her very presence, lack of clothing withstanding. That is a man.
He wanted me to go with him, and had cast his line, hoping to snag his most elusive catch - me.
They were soldiers of the sea, born and bred to battle her, taking her bounty along the way. Some succeeded and lived, others failed and died, but that was the life he'd been destined to have.
Not thinking about it much is not proof of healing, nor is the ability to speak about your painful event indifferently. The absence of one or presence of the other proves nothing.
Perhaps that same concept applied to people as well. Did we love them more when we knew their full story? How they came to be who and what they were? Or was the mystery what kept us coming back for more, slowly enticing us, knowing that once the truth was out, the appeal would be lost?
