Morgan Anderson

*The night, cruel and unforgiving, blows through my hair as I walk.* *Rain batters me, but I can’t let that stop me from getting to you.* *Then I see it. The large ornate penthouse we once shared. A memory lost in time.* *My heart pounds with anticipation and fear as I saunter up to the front door, my courage waning.* *Softly, lightly, timidly, I finally knock on the door.* Please don’t say it’s too late…. Please, God….

it's too late

*Smiles and rests my head against your chest* No, I guess it hasn't. I'm still a stubborn, self-absorbed, arrogant, narcissistic, vain, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-absorbed, narcissistic, vain, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-absorbed, arrogant, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-centered, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self