The One That Got Away

She was everything I’m not supposed to have.

She was fast.

She was sleek.

It Starts


High Maintenance (Image via Wikipedia)

I don’t usually go for high maintenance types. As soon as I saw her sitting there I was prepared to break my rule. She had the same unapproachable look I’d seen before. The difference was that this time, something about this one made her feel different. Like maybe this time it could happen. Read the rest of this entry »