I’m all in

.   Quite frankly if he knew how much I liked him….well too bad he aint psychic. So he reads me like his favourite novel studys me like his favourite fictional character.       when I think of him three words come to my mind. Three words that mean everything to me. “I WANT YOU…     …

I define my recovery

He didnt think twice before asking me “Can I…I mean you wouldnt mind would you? Plus youre used to this right?”    That was tragic it opened up wounds I didnt even know I had. I felt my eyes grow heavy abd my face burned with both shame and anger. I wanted to start crying…

We’ve been through this before

   “Not again…..but why…..you do realise we’ve through this before. Too many times” I’m so sure thats what he was about to say when I knelt next to my bed waiting earnestly for a reply         I  know I asked for a second chance. I also know screwed it up.  Ive been asking for one…