Stories By Hope

 I met a man once. His name was... Well, I can't say his name out loud. You might think its out of fear but really its because he has become he-who-must-not-be-named! I couldn't help that exclamation mark. So yeah, its that bad. And though he didn't hurt me like other men have, I still wish I had not experienced knowing him. I still wish I had stayed out all those times I walked out on him. I have realized now that it was my inward intuition bearing witness to the fact that it was all off. That it was too good to be true. And then wondering when he'd put off the mask. Ohohoho, he did put off the mask...and so suddenly that I was shook. I never expected to be, mind you. I mean I didn't love him that much.  I realized then, that when you don't call the shots anymore, it seriously hurts. You think you're heartbroken but you're really not. You're just shocked and boy you know what shock does to the human heart. Anyways. I thought he was the epitome of a ...