The Ghost of Boyfriends Past

Guilt is piling up, but I can’t tell her who I am. I have to protect her.

She makes the mountain feel easy.
Every mogul, every trail, every first chair points back to her.

Her whispered “someday” sounds like now.
Time feels dangerous and perfect.

One kiss under the oak tree changes everything.
Careful turns into forever.

I plan it all—ring, midnight, meet at the oak, Christmas Eve.
Waiting feels like losing her by inches, and the clock is ticking. 

The knock at the door tilts the world. New rules. New names. 
No goodbye. I vanish like a ghost to keep her breathing.

Lying keeps her safe… but if I don’t tell her, 
I might lose the only woman I’ll ever love.

Get Book