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Reflection and the Purge part 2: There may be Blood

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Here is part 2 of Reflection and the Purge. If you missed part one click here.  Warning there may be blood.

Oh yeah… the dangerous boy. This girl knew it right away. He was it, the one, the perfect piece of forbidden fruit. No need for her to search anymore. They fell hard and fast for each other. He from the wrong side of the tracks and she from the perfect plastic family on a more perfect side of town. No it wasn’t a match made in Heaven but it started out so well. She was so happy and he took care of everything, yes everything and maybe a little too well.

Then her beautiful blue sky turned angry and full of unnecessary evils. This girl once free and full of life was now trapped under glass. She could see the world spinning around without her. His grip was so tight and his fingers became imbedded deep in her flesh. She waited, she begged and before long she had no choice. Her life once lived was no where to be found and the only way she could live again was to break free of the glass that imprisoned her soul. She knew this wouldn’t be easy and yes there may be blood  but the option to whither away was not a choice she could make. So, this girl took a deep breath and fought her way free, finally shattering the glass. There were tears, and things were broken, so very broken. Yes, it did hurt a little, well actually a lot,  and there was plenty of blood but she was finally free and standing on her own two feet. She was free to breath the fresh air, pick the flowers or go to lunch with a friend without worry. Life was good and she knew it.

“What happened to the dangerous boy?” you ask. She knows where he is and it’s not far away but none of that matters. Yeah, there are emotional scars but this girl is free and as curious as ever.  I think she has learned her lesson and stays on her own side of town but even so, she can’t pass up the chance to dip her toes in the wild waters from time to time. 

Next post is a Travel Treasure give-away.  Oh my!

jj

April 9, 2009 Posted by | bad boys, lovers, secrets, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Dear John, I’m in Love with your Brother

Please welcome Lana to the sofa.

I think I’m  in love with your brother. It must have happened when you introduced us at the bar a few weeks ago. There was an undeniable attraction between us that I hadn’t expected. We tried to resist but it eventually took over and became impossible to ignore. We have been seeing each other for the past two weeks and I just can’t keep it a secret any longer. He wants me to wait until after the holidays to tell you.  But this is killing me and I don’t want to wait.

I’m sorry that it happened and that I lied to you. Please forgive me, forgive us. We didn’t mean to hurt you.

Junie:  I think you need to be honest with John as soon as possible. Waiting until after the Holidays, will just prolong the agony for everyone. Good luck Lana.

jj

December 16, 2008 Posted by | confessions, family woes, secrets | , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Confessions from a Secret Lover

Welcome Dreamer to the sofa.

I felt that burning sensation climb up my legs and settle in my chest. You felt it too, I could tell. My mind was occupied with thoughts of you, every day. You missed me too. I know because you told me so. I felt lonely but I knew that I was not alone. You were with me in spirit.

This lonely charade has gone on on far too long. I’ve grown tired of pretending not to know you. I want more than just a secret meeting at 3:00 am. Making love to you is better than I could have ever imagined but the loneliness is worse. You are a gifted lover but you have a full life without me. When we make love our bodies melt into a single burning ember of passion but we are forced to extinguish the glow and go back to a facade that is killing me.

As long as you are in my heart there is no room for any others. I can’t play this game of secret lovers with you anymore. I must move on. Our secret will never die completely, it will just whither and fade until it occupies the tiniest corner in my heart. I miss you.

Junie: Dreamer that was beautifully said. I loved every word.

December 12, 2008 Posted by | secrets, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment