Of all that haunts me, every sin or ill deed done, she was the worst. A harsh master, taking from me both my sanity and my true self. It has been years since I left that sunny summer day, promising that I would never return to that place, to them, to her. I was out of her favor and I knew it. On that night it started, on that night beneath that lovely moon while the streets of that small town came alive in celebration. So much destiny unfolded that evening, though it is hard to beleive now. I was so different then, still nieve still trusting, still fragil and broken. But not now. On the day I left I begain anew, and I have never looked back. She is and always will be nothing to me, just a nightmare so easey to forget.
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