I fell in love at sixteen, he was thirty-one. It was a spark when we met but there was nothing we could do because it was wrong. Yet it was inevitable and the more time we spent together, the more we both fell or rather burned. We tried to stay away, to deny what was happening until we couldn't stay away anymore. It was love. It was fire. It was something that happened so fast and burned out just as quickly. It was a broken heart when I found out he got engaged. It was cinders when I found out I was pregnant at nineteen. Four years later, I'm working in the same hospital as him with a three year old in tow. He doesn't know it's his, he doesn't know that even after four years I still love him. That I love the man that offered me chocolate when I was breaking apart. For seven years I tried convincing myself it was just attraction and nothing more, that what we did was nothing but a mistake. I tried following the rules, failing miserably at every turn. All Rights Reserved ©asj_28 ©solxr28
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