When I left town, I was young and dumb, lost in a haze of drugs and partying.
When that haze lifted, it knocked me down, toying with my life.
I came back home. A different person. A shell of myself.
He was there. He was always there. And, I couldn't stop myself.
His sweet words, his warm arms, his soft kisses. It was like I never left.
He drew me in, under a spell, made me feel loved.
But sometimes, love is not enough. Sometimes, addictions take over. Or, sometimes, it's simply our pasts...
Mine came back, rip roaring through town, bringing with it the reminders I'd buried.
Would Josh still love me when he found out all of my secrets? Or, will our second chance be shredded into so many pieces, we'll never be able to pick them all up?
