your name

The name itself should have been a warning light that something bad and out of the ordinary was going to happen. But I was young. I leaped at the sound of his name before even have met him, and laughed loudly to hide the thumping in my chest as if others could hear it. Back then, I thought he was perfect- and I had to have him.

There are two lessons that were to be learned from my encountering with this individual. The first is that anger is a curse on human beings that cloud our judgement and pushes us further from forgiveness. With that being said, forgiveness was the answer all along, and always will be.

For a small moment, I thought I had it. I thought I had him within my reach and soon in my grasp; but like sand, he slipped through my fingers before I could even feel the grains. I had one taste, and it was the only thing I'll ever crave. Until..

The anger didn't just boil out of nowhere. He was a mastermind at manipulation, and I was the perfect pawn- a subject that pursued far enough to become obsessed with winning. A pawn so willingly to jump into quicksand headfirst. The result: I locked away my heart and took Anger with me. Checkmate.

The second lesson is that you never want to taste your own medicine. I have, and I'm afraid to say that humans can make the same mistake a thousand times, and will still never learn. It was bitter in my mouth while it lasted.