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It wasn’t like me, but I couldn’t help myself.
The man knew how to get underneath my skin. There was an itch I couldn’t scratch alone. He made me feel wanted and desired.
What was I expecting to happen? Did I really believe he could be the answer to my prayers?
Art was my life. It defined who I was and how I had come so far in a short period of time. So what if my creative license was waning, and I was finding it harder and harder to pick up a brush in the morning?
It was a one night stand. I didn’t even know his name. I didn’t want to know his name.
I ran away, never imagining my pain would become my life’s work.
Then, I suddenly see him again.
The man who was supposed to be one night and done is once again in front of me, begging for a second chance.
There was a reason why I ran away. What am I supposed to do with all of these feelings?
It’s not like I’m going to be around long enough to find my happily ever after.
The man knew how to get underneath my skin. There was an itch I couldn’t scratch alone. He made me feel wanted and desired.
What was I expecting to happen? Did I really believe he could be the answer to my prayers?
Art was my life. It defined who I was and how I had come so far in a short period of time. So what if my creative license was waning, and I was finding it harder and harder to pick up a brush in the morning?
It was a one night stand. I didn’t even know his name. I didn’t want to know his name.
I ran away, never imagining my pain would become my life’s work.
Then, I suddenly see him again.
The man who was supposed to be one night and done is once again in front of me, begging for a second chance.
There was a reason why I ran away. What am I supposed to do with all of these feelings?
It’s not like I’m going to be around long enough to find my happily ever after.
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