Ana Pt 1

I met the greatest love of my life when I was the innocent age of sixteen. She entered it the way mist creeps along the early morning ground after a night’s rain, effortlessly… Without my knowledge, we started to become fast friends. Spending endless days together, learning the curves of each others’ bodies and I of her secret ways. It wasn’t long before the lingering gazes and simple touches had me completely enamored by her and I was wound tight around her thin, cold, and skeletal- like finger. The infatuation grew as I shrunk… Endless days turned into endless nights, endless weeks, endless months! We spent every waking moment together, every sleeping. With her by my side I began to run, miles after miles, to skip meals just to spend time with her. It wasn’t long before my parents started to worry about that time I spent with my love. The days I spent locked in my room, the obsessive miles and trips to the gym early in the morning and late into the evening until my legs shook and I could barely walk. They told me she was a bad influence and I thought, “How dare they!? How dare they try to take away the Juliet to my Romeo!?” Our love was one to rival the ages, so dark, forbidden and intoxicating like the drugs celebrities take just to “kill the pain.” By January it was growing unclear where she began and I ended, both intertwined trees stripped bare by the kiss of winter’s icy lips. God I had never been so in love! Her touch sent shivers down the bones of my spine which threatened to pierce through the worn thin skin of my back. Those hallowed eyes of hers sent flutters of starved, butterflies into a dizzied frenzy in the sunken in cave that once was my stomach. I had never felt so alive….