FIFTEEN
When you met him he was charming and had a shimmer of silver to his smile. He knew what to say before your brain cpuld construct the words. And this young man didnt believe for a concrete second that chivalry is dead. He was suddenly everything. But it started to change, as everything inevitably does. He sunk his tendrils deep into the non-photo blue sediment of your mind. And the man you called your own was tweaking the serene oceans of your psyche subtly and oh so surely. You inadvertently let him shift your beating heart into a writhing chaos engine for love, whatever love means anymore.