beauty in the eye
I lived with Eddie in an apartment. We kissed, touched and loved. We tried to hide it in front of our co-workers, but that didn't really work. We didn't care. It felt so good, and he knew I felt more stable, and a softer person when I was around him.
That's where I left the part of me that wants to be with someone, and I still haven't been able to take him off the pedastool of my own standards. It's been that way since 2004. And here I thought I completely killed that side of me in 2008 when Keyara became pregnant.
I haven't lost my grasp with reality, but I want something I can't seem to have.
And that's why I woke up at 5:19 this morning. The way I feel isn't fair to JC.