Our story was like a game of chess. He was the king with his queen and I was a pawn. Whenever I was with him, I felt like I was the queen. Only this king already had a queen. A beautiful red queen, while I was a mere pawn.
64 squares to start with. 32 light as the day and 32 dark as the night. Each time, a square fell away. Each fight and our board got smaller. Every time I pushed him away, we got trapped more and more. Until, finally, the game was over and there was no more space to play. Just us left on a small board, no way to go. The king, the queen and the pawn.
Check.
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The Arch of Love ~ Paul McCartney
RomanceWhen Archie Murray is in LA in August of 1966, she is suddenly met with a blast from the past. In her mind he's still the eleven-year-old boy he was when Archie last saw him, but Paul McCartney is so much more. After a night of reconnecting, Archie...
