Haunted Past

I have loved Lance Mongomery for as long as I can remember.

But one night, when I was nine, he broke me; he broke my whole concept of love.

So I ran away; I ran far and hard.

I tried so hard to find myself, to find my inner peace.

But now I am twenty-six, and I am called back home, back to the pits of my nightmares.

Coming face to face with the hauntings of my past.

Seeing Lance Mongomery was harder than I thought, and he knew exactly how to get under my skin.

And by gosh did he.

He changed my life once again, FOREVER.

But what do I do now? How do I continue to be in Seattle with him?

Lance may be one of my biggest known reasons for leaving, but I have far more demons in my closet.

There are far more reasons to not be here.

I just hope they never come out.

I hope no one ever learns the haunting details of my upbringing, because if they did, it would ruin everything.

It would destroy my entire family.

Like a bomb, it would blow us all to pieces.

And how do you pick up pieces when they have been blown too far apart?

I guess only time will tell; only time will allow us to learn and to heal.

I just hope it's not too late.