the return

i was younger then...in years, yes, but also in the way i saw the world and how my little piece of the puzzle would one day fit into it...i was more worried with where i would fit rather than how...he was older and strong...too strong...it was like inhaling a scent that was overpowering and seductive at the same time...i couldnt breathe...i felt constricted and frantic...

he wanted to control me, he said...but in those oh, so, subtle ways...but i would have none of it...he demanded of me, i resisted...he followed me, i ran...the harder he pursued, the faster i fled...

he became hurt and angry with me...he accused me of leading him on a merry chase, which i likely was...he wanted to smother me with sexual energy and whatever else he had left to give me...it was like being burned, it was too much...

now he's back...years later...and he still wants me...im older now, wiser in many ways...i cannot tell what he seeks this time...i havent forgotten you, he said...

this time...i am so very curious...

this time...i wonder if i will stop running...

cg