Have no idea who started this open call

but here I am with wings of girlie memories to share.

Once seventeen, so young, so devil may care!

So unaware of the deep, dark depth of  my fall.

"Kat!  What in the world were you thinking?

Are you kidding me!  So not cool. 

Letting them down like this, well after curfew, steam on the windshield, tongue in his mouth, his forehead, his eyes!

Didn't care did you, that you were headed for this, so premature but wanted in ways you never imagined.

You knew it was love or was it?  It would last forever, right? 

Had to be right.  He was the one.  Had to be. 

It wouldn't feel this good if he wasn't the one that would be with you, have kids, love you that way.  Stay.

But, no!  You couldn't do it.  Not that night.  It was scarier than you thought it would be. 

Duh!  What were you thinking?! 

It's not supposed to happen that way and you stopped just in time. 

 The fear of loosing the sense of self... the special gift.  The saving it.

It was supposed to be saved.  Remember?

Relieved, huh?"

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    The one who saved you.