If I could separate Tiffany from my soul and start all over again Id start with a Father.

God painted glass across the sky this one sunny, autumn morning. He breathed pure happiness in me. My response: a subconscious thrill to adorn my external self and join the world. Of peculiar nature was my agenda selection. An outing, unlike the norm, or any previous, exact experience. I didnt know, yet God knew hed be there. My usual company chose not to attend, so I selected someone at random, realizing later that she also played a small part to this beginning. In what had become most comfortable for my young, acceptable attire, I followed the movements as if they werent my own. One calculated step before another; again, Gods choice. Upon arrival, the excitement inside was supposed to be normal: old friends, mindless chatter, silent competitions. That was the case, solo as I was since my company selected other sets to mingle, until I spotted him. Ferociously,

immediately I began the challenge. I watched him first. I eased upon him casually. While being admired by pursuers, ones that loved in me what they did not know, my focus became intense. First, I vocalized his beauty to get his attention. His response: limited. Then, I asked a question, one that I had asked before. His response: limited. Last, after a brief moment of silence, my statement opened him up. His response: it shocked me, pure receipt. I had to calculate my thoughts, so I walked away. No response from me. No real awareness of what was really happening. With patience

and time, I waited for him to move. In my peripheral, he headed for the exit, just as I expected. Quickly approaching him, I manipulated him. He followed. After beckoning my company to get on board, he and I, we walked, together. The exchange has escaped me, yet the emotion, even today, overwhelms me. This time: his proposal. I accepted, and I proceed with confidence. Adrenaline magnified, Brain shut down, Heart in control of everything, Once in his space, we met: his tongue caressed my body, although only within the confines of my mouth; he felt me, inside and out, and I let him. No pride. No boundaries. No other introduction, except the card he left me with.

I knew, upon our departure that he would effect me. What I didnt know, that I know now, is how deeply