Chaos is a state of confusion or disorder.
Three babies born on the same night. Thrown together since their first breath.
Being the only girl in the trio takes immense about of strength.
My life has always been a state of confusion and disorder.
Loving one person isn’t easy, it takes commitment, effort, and trust.
Loving two takes patience and prejudice.
Loving three takes my life into complete chaos.
“Once I grew up I learned the dirty differences between
A boy and a girl, as it thrust my life into chaos.”
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He pulls onto a dirt road. The lights are on as we head deeper and deeper into complete darkness. It seems that the further we travel the darker it gets. I have to admit, it’s a bit scary. I’m beginning to wonder if it was a wise choice to trust him with my Jeep, let alone my life.
“You aren’t going to kill me, are you?” I ask jokingly, but deep down a part of me is serious.
“If I was going to kill you, I wouldn’t tell you. Just trust me.”
So I do, I do trust him. He pulls into an open field and parks the Jeep. He turns off the engine and switches off the lights. I have to admit it’s fucking scary as shit out here. He steps out of the Jeep and walks around to open my door.
“You want me to step out into complete darkness? What if there are snakes or something?”
“I’ll protect you from them. Now come on, trust me.”
I take his hand and step out. My heart is pounding out of fear. We only take a couple of steps away from the Jeep. It’s cold out here, the only warmth I feel is his hand in mind.
“Look up,” he says.
I look up at the sky and see it, it’s glittering with stars.
“Now just breathe and soak in the peacefulness it brings to your soul,” he whispers.
I turn in his direction, wanting to see him, but darkness is all I see. I look up at the sky and soak in the peacefulness. The stars are mesmerizing. I can literally feel the fear and the ache in my chest being lifted. Another piece of my heart is claimed by the man standing next to me. I don’t know how long we’ve been standing here but I finally look in his direction. I feel his body turn toward me. I feel his warm breath on my cheek. I close my eyes but opened or closed the darkness is the same. I lean toward him, wanting to feel his lips on mine. I feel him pull away, but he doesn’t let go of my hand.
“Kiss me,” I beg. I want it so bad it hurts, but he doesn’t. He brings his hand to my face and runs his thumb across my lips.
“Please, kiss me,” I continue to beg.