dannirae
I met Marcel King when I was sixteen, standing inside a county jail I never planned to enter, staring through glass that was supposed to keep people apart.
He had gold in his mouth, calm in his eyes, and a presence that made the room feel smaller the second he looked at me. I didn't understand it then. I only knew my breath left my body and never came back the same.
We loved each other too young, too close to the system, and too surrounded by lies that weren't ours. Timing broke us. Other people broke us. Life kept pulling us in opposite directions while love stayed exactly where we left it.
Ten years later, he found me again.
Still standing. Still choosing me. Still loving me the same way he did when we were kids staring through glass.
Still Chasing Dream is a raw, first-person hood love story about a love that refused to die-one that survived jail cells, betrayal, marriage, motherhood, and time itself. It's about a man who never stopped chasing the woman he loved first, and a woman who had to live long enough to believe him.
This isn't a fairytale.
It's a pursuit.
And some loves don't end-
they just wait until you're ready to be caught.