I\'d always been different.
I just had to know..
And even when my secret box was blasted wide open, dangers hurled at me like throwing knives, I couldn\'t stop until I unraveled his true identity.
Or maybe I really was crazy.
I had to know if he was real.
He\'d been right there, just beyond the light, but only I had perceived.
No one had noticed him.
As his eyes met mine, I was entrapped.
Sucked my focus to him and then tugged at my body.
Something about him drew me.
It wasn\'t just that he was breathtakingly handsome with perfect features.
He\'d been gliding down the street, unshakable confidence in every step.
Until I saw him.
I collected secrets like other women collected bells; afraid to fully trust lest my oddities be exposed.
Large, human shaped shadows, fierce yet beautiful, melting Into the darkness.
I saw objects in the night where others saw emptiness.
I\'d always been different
