Was It Lust?

I was several years older than Alena, but I didn’t know it.  I only knew she was mine.

I didn’t quibble with her age, where she may be, or if she already had a life.  I only understood she somehow was a part of me.  Already.

I loved everything about her.  Every part of her, every word she spoke.  The way she carried herself when she walked.  She was somewhere between a tom boy, and a sassy lady.

She was my sister.  She was my partner.  She was my confidant. She would be my lover.

I have never been proud like that.  Proud when we were in public.  Proud when we were by ourselves.  I was proud that Alena was my girl friend when I was by myself.

I was in love.


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