Doomed from the Start
Like so many of my stories… this one isn’t so different. The girl meets the boy; the boy pretends to be available, and the girl picks up the pieces. I believe we have multiple soulmates, and I have met some of them in my brief lifetime. And part of me thought I had met my possible next, but there’s always a dark side. At times, I feel like my life is like Mozelle Batiste Delacroix (from Eve’s Bayou). You know, the one who felt as if she was cursed and every man that she married ended up dying. Okay, let me not be that dramatic. But I have had these intense encounters with some men that didn’t move beyond one night of dancing or lasted longer than six months. With these men, there was a mutual sexual attraction, a shared energy, and a keen desire to know each other better. Time had seemed to vanish, and our presence was immense. This could be the last we see of each other, so we acted as such. But as I mentioned, none of that mattered because they were either emotionally or...