Bad Choices

He came up behind me and whispered “You know you miss me.” I paused.

My heart quickened to his touch. To his voice. He was too close. “Umm, no I am happy” I replied. He laughed a sinister laugh.

“Don’t you know that I can say your name and feel your body react to my touch? You know that you belong to me. You are mine” he said. I sighed heavily.

It’s true. I missed him. My body was reacting to his touch and his voice. It was like the last 9 months didn’t even matter. Our spirits were tangled in an unnatural way.

Why can’t I let him go? Why can’t I resist this pull he has on my body? Resisting is a futile attempt to feign independence. I’m not independent. I belong to him.

I kiss his lips and wrap my arms around him.

My mind screams…Stop, this is not right! I ignore it. I just give in to his touch.

I’ve missed him.

 

© Tikeetha Thomas

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