This is a story about the way I feel. Everything I look at, no matter what, all I feel is how much better I am than him/her/it. I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of it; it’s just something I have to live with. So, please R&R-here it goes.

Pride

By

Lovely Moonlight Maiden

I remember that day clearly, though it seems a thousand years ago. I remember the scent of the rose garden, of you, of the ocean mist. You told me that you loved me. Oh Hell, I wasn’t ready for that. My pride weighed me down. I wanted what you wanted, I wanted to love you, but I couldn’t. I told you to leave me alone, forever. That I would never care about you that way. That you were just saying it so I would have sex with you, but I knew that wasn’t it. For the first time in history, “It’s not you, it’s me,â€