Exquisite Possession

She was exquisite, he thought.

He walked over to her and swayed her with his charm.

All the while thinking that she was the one. She belonged to him.

Started to become possessive. Started to be jealous.

In the end, he was left heart broken. For he didn’t know what went wrong.

He didn’t know how isolated she felt. And he would never understand what she went through.



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