You weren't there."The flight back to Santa Rosa had been subdued, to say the least. I kept apologizing to Kelli, and she kept telling me I had nothin... to apologize for."Look," she grabbed my lapels finally, having gotten tired of the endless runaround. "You protected me. I was safe. I've never felt safer than I felt when you put yourself between me and those men. I never felt more cared for, you understand?" Sure, but..." No buts!" she punched me in the shoulder. "You remember those times when. R.H. on the bottom left corner." Morgan became hesitant, didn’t answer. "Mamawl? You okay?" Marie asked. "Yes, baby, I'm fine. To answer your question, that painting is a gift from the best friend I had in college. A man I knew a long time ago. His name was Christian Hayward."Morgan drifted to thoughts of him again, feeling a little lost and sidetracked.“What's the story behind it?" Marie asked. "Pardon?" Morgan snapped back to reality."The story behind it, mamawl? Why did he give it to you?". At age 24 I have to deal with the fact that I’ve wasted time on a man who barely talks to me anymore. We still have sex once in awhile but I feel like he is just going through the motions, barely enjoying what I give to only him exclusively. Mark has a great paying job as a business man, I am equally well off with my own job. So I’ve decided I have the means to leave Mark even if it feels like I’m dying little by little doing it. I’m going to start my life over in a different state living. His brown hair was whipping around in his face as the fresh wind blew. He looked so unlike himself when he was at school. His name is Micheal O'Conner. He was a really popular guy in the school. He was smart, talented, athletic and totally cute. His eyes drew every one in, since they were golden in color. He stood at the height of 5'8 and around 115lbs. He was not the jock type. He wasn't any type really, but I'll tell you what he was. He was forbidden, at least by the terms of the church. He.