'I STILL LOVE YOU'
Late in the night with all my passion and might I stepped out. Setting out on a journey to that part of downtown where the lights were red and mixed just like the wine, music loud and trade of stolen goods went on. I don’t have to be here. I have had many previous visits to the red lights district. It’s demeaning for someone my dignity to be found here at this ungodly hour. But I cannot forgo my mission here. I know my life is at risk but I have to pursue my soiled gem once again. Finding my way through the stalls that housed the goods, I seriously hated the scenery but everyone seems to be catching some sort of fun. Three men with hot eyes and built muscles stared at me. I moved up the building to the part with sticky floors, and almost no light. I finally got to cubicle number 8. Behind the door were men waiting to have a buy. Their intention to buy the good I loved and owned was more than an arrow shot through my spine to ribs and hearts. The man in me rose but the hurt