Chapter Eleven: "Addiction"

5/27/2016

If there’s a woman in my life that I will never forget, is this one. Not because I can't or am unable to, but because I do not want to.

She's the memory that hurts, the memory that ignites, the memory that will be with me until the very moment when I die.

How do I cram nine years of history into one chapter?

Impossible.

***To be Continued***

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I have come to realize that along the endearing journey most people call life, I’ve met (and still am currently meeting) countless numbers of women. However, as sad as this might sound, I haven’t exactly been the nicest guy to most, if not many of them.

It is not because of my actions during the timeframe when I met them, but mostly it is because of the consequences.

For every action there is an equal or worse reaction, and when it comes to the women in my life, this is often the case.
I have always had my best intentions in mind, but something that is recurrent is that my emotions tend to cloud my judgement and tend to get in the way of things.

So let me start at the beginning, recollecting memories, thoughts, and remembering dreams of what happened once, what happened next, and what will continue to happen after.

Welcome to my recollection of true events, true people, but most of all, just the plain and simple God-honest, blunt and painful truth about my Chapters and I.

Don’t expect a happy ending.

This isn’t a fairy-tale.

Chapter Eleven: "Addiction"

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