His Punishment for Loving me

thing Wrong

hat to someone before? If

become a runaway train without you even realizing it. At some point in my life, I found myself asking these questions. How

this train ride, a tour of my beautiful mind but not so-beautiful life, as they say at the train station. All aboard! I ca

. I never thought of my actions as me taking revenge on anybody. That's probably because I felt guilty about it afterward. But truth be told, that's what it was, revenge. It left such a bad taste in

venge, was of my own originality. No, I had assistance from a very seasoned, intellige

ions, and revenge plots. Ahh, these took me on an exciting journey

sweet, titillating, and tantalizing, leaving the palate pleasantly satisfied and some

or desire something or someone unobtainable. Once you have this power, you need to know the right amount of pain to in

et caught up in the m

r adversary, always be careful to keep your mind and heart alert to the mission. There is a fine line bet

e considered. Questions that I did not have the answer to at that time. First, when did I hop on this train of sweet revenge? Second, will I be able to get o

even ask. "There is nothing wrong with me." And the only

I know you will connect with my story on some level, and if you can't relate to me at all, it's okay. You will still enjoy every

ars so natural. You see, this train analogy is quite similar to the human brain. But, like a train with many parts and comp

ed to love me unconditionally. But what I received from him was far from protection and love. Instead, he made me qu

. Almost like a superhero! He was tall, good-looking, wea

and cared for me when I had no one else. For sure, I thought he was sent from heaven o

. Yes, he ended up disappointing me greatly at some point too. But before he

y attracted to him. But soon after meeting him, I learned what I thought was his true nature. I happened to overhear his cold, harsh words. Admittedly,

ly what they had done to me. But what they had been doing to women in general. My beautiful mother is a prime example. Bless her heart. She died way too early from a broken heart.

s determined to stop their careless and heartless behavior t

these men. One of my sworn adversaries brought me back to reality. I'll let you figure out whi

to redeem themselves? Or had my runa

Night I w

lelight dinner. I'm sitting here cozy next to him with my fingers entwined with his. We'd drawn a crowd of stares on the dance floor later that evening. While we were grooving to

e, we connected on many levels. We liked the same music and loved dance, art, books, and traveling. He certainly has changed my impression of him. Before this, I viewed Sam

ed me to my door like a gentleman. We shared what seemed

so beau

hat kiss told me everything, and I could tell from it that it was only a m

guilt wash over me. I tried to ignore this unwarranted feeling as I climbed into bed. It was almost midnight, and for some strange reason, I couldn't sleep. I

old him, "I need to see you. Can you come over? I'

ve me with much time to go over in my head what or how I would do this,

with him. He must be going insane trying to figure out what was so urgent that it couldn't wait or be shared with him over the phone. I wished it was th

I must be brave and do the right thing for him be

g. I knew Samson was waiting

ger keep putting it off. Oh my