I never expected a picket white fence, never even hoped for a yard bigger than a parking spot. I never even imagined myself married. That kind of life, it seemed out of reach. No matter how far I went, it stayed away, taunting me.
But I'd scraped it, that normal life threshold and I'd tasted that sweet tang.
It just made losing it taste like salt and hot wax coating my tongue.
How had I ever gotten used to that foul taste? How had I once thought it was normal?
Tom had made me want for more, more than food and peace. With him, it was never about survival or making the most out of the shadows. He stood boldly in the light and demanded more. Once he figured out what he wanted he went for it and he got it.
I gave the ring on my finger another spin. The elegant band wobbled easily teasing
