Through the weeks Carlisle and I stayed on a bit of an awkward terms.
I knew it was because of the kiss.
He was not use to this kind of situation.
Feeling this way about a guy must be conflicting with his religious raising.
But, even if it takes a long time I will wait here for him.
It has been a long time since I had felt this good.
Whenever he is around I feel so at peace.
My nightmares do not visit as often.
But, he has been drawn since the last time he came to my house.
The moment I bought my new SUV he stopped giving me rides to work.
When we cross paths at work we make small talk but nothing much comes from it.
He has pulled away from me.
I do not know if it is in fear of his feelings or if he is rejecting me.
It hurts though.
There are moments I am all most daring enough to confront him.
To demand for answers.
But then I start thinking it might scare him off.
That maybe he just needs some time to figure everything out.
That maybe he is just scared of how he feels about me.
About himself loving someone of the same sex.
He had once told me his Father had been an Angelic pastor.
His Mother had perished giving birth to him.
That his Father had raised him in the religious views.
To him this would be wrong.
To be in love with a man was shameful back then.
The idea of finding out his mate was a man must have come across as both shocking and questioning.
I just have to give him some time.
Maybe if I do the shock will ware off.
In time he might be able to love me.
That is all I can hope.
I do not wish to face the facts.
He might reject me.
He possibly is rejecting me right now.
That might be why he is avoiding me.
It hurt.
The thought of my soul mate rejecting me was all most more than I could bare.
If he denies me, then who is there left?
In truth, no one.
He is my other half.
The reason for my existence.
If my reason to exist denies me, then why should I exist at all?
In reality, I may act strong on the outside but inside, it is a whole other story.
In truth, on the inside I am a scared, nervous wreck.
I am easy to break
All the years of being pushed to beyond natural as brought me to all most my limit.
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Warm Skies
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