I like to think some people don't realize they are being abused until someone else makes them notice; makes them realize it. This is not a happy story. This is not for you to feel sorry for me. This is for me to tell my story without expecting anyone to care. I am telling my story with no expectations, and to help my mental health. This is a memoir, and like all memoirs, it is written from my memories. Memories are fallible and unreliable, so this should be read as a story. I have done my best to tell my story honestly, nonetheless, they are still memories. This story is based on real-life events that happened to me. It is in no way based on someone else other than myself.

After the death of his wife, Simon Fuller moves to a new home, with his two daughters. One day, his daughter introduces a new imaginary friend - Nathaniel. She 'gives' Nathaniel to her father, telling him he can keep the boy "forever". Simon tries to find out who the boy really is, but is unable to. Questioning his daughter, she tells him, again, that it's Nathaniel, but he prefers to be called by his nickname, Mr. Boogie.

These are some sonnets that I've written. Some are English (Shakespearean Sonnets), some are Italian Sonnets, and some are modified. They all have 14 lines, ten syllables in each line and hopefully a near iambic pentameter.

An anthology of love and lies; choice and change; fate and free will. Lives interlocking like clockwork and yet not at all like clockwork.