It had been 13 years since I last saw him, as I moved boxes that day and heard my name.
But my body knew that voice...
The boy who professed his love for me in the first grade and persistently kept after me through Middle school into High.
It was until I was 18, that my stubborn heart gave in.
We spent several months together,
finding secluded spots in the woods to make out,
spending hours in my car cuddled up listening to music and talking.
It ended abruptly; Unfinished; I moved on.
And just like that he showed up again, at a time when neither of us were available, but my whole world was just turned upside down and I craved something familiar.
As I stood before him that first night, heart racing, I suddenly felt like a shy teenager again.
My whole body flushed with heat as he undressed me.
But the moment I felt his hot breath on my skin, I remembered the woman I now was, and eagerly showed him.
At 31 years we finally crossed that line, and spent the whole night making up for lost time.
The next two months where a whirlwind of sex and lies, while my life was crumbling around me.
I had lost all faith and allowed myself to get caught up in this intoxicating affair.
Deluding myself to believe this was real and we were meant to be.
The day his fiancé asked me to be a bridesmaid, I finally woke the fuck up.
Heart wrenched from my chest, I cried my last tears over him.
He married; Divorced; and went to jail for a year.
He wrote me regularly, apologizing and telling me how stupidly blind he had been and that he loved me... that it was always me.
Had things been different, I’m sure I would’ve happily ran right into the web.
But I was not the same woman now;
With enough venom build-up in my blood, I became immune to the manipulation,
and my body no longer responded to his voice.
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