It’s ten years later.
I think if I was going to be found, or abused in some way, or even eliminated for what I might know, it would have happened by now. I even moved to a different country, on a different continent. Do you suppose I will ever feel totally safe?
But let me start at the beginning. I found him lurking on a social media site during my poetry phase. My postings were romantic yet raunchy, ballsy, contemporary, and sometimes only two lines long. But my words were filled with passion, pain, unrequited love — you know, the kind of words you throw down on a page when you want to shock, grab attention, and vent. More like a diary of my past relationships poeticized. I would also add photos. Discreet but sexy just the same.
At first, his comments were flirty. We’ve all been there, and we’ve all done that. I wasn’t impressed. I don’t remember the details of how he finally grabbed onto my heart. It might have been the photographs. I’d been down that pot-holed-social media-relationship-road before. It was time to put on my detective hat and search deeper. If I was going to allow myself another online relationship he better be for real!
After sleuthing around the site, I should not have been surprised. His comments were on a few other photos of females. I suggested his time would be better spent flirting with…
