Moon Effects

Chapter 1
As I stood on the balcony of my second floor apartment, my eyes sought out the dark sky. The illumination from the full moon gazed down upon my tear filled eyes as I tried to fight back the truth. The truth, in which, one can only hide from, for so long. My name is Adleene Sumners, and this is my story.
There has never been enough love in my heart for just one man, or maybe it’s just the opposite. Perhaps one man has never loved me enough to satisfy my heart. There for I kept two. For whatever reason, it didn’t matter now. All my decisions drifted me towards the situation im in now and I feel lodged with no source of escape.
It was my decision to bring in Franco after the flame with Jason mitigated. Jason and I had a connection but he fought it every minute of our relationship. Eventually it became no more than copulation for him. I still held onto the notion that we belong together. That one day he would realize he loved me as I loved him. From the moment I met Jas, I knew exactly how I felt but I also knew how things would be. I’ve always had a keen sense of people’s characteristics. My gut told me to run from him as fast as my sketchers would allow. But my heart spoke louder and I admit I didn’t try to harbor the call. He had always been remote when it came to his feelings, though now, I can almost be sure it was because he didn’t harvest any. None the less, Jason was most inviting in other areas of his life, most of all his bed. I could not resist his invites, or his broad shoulders full of muscles that seized his body all the way down to his impeccable calves. His body was a canvas for my sexual lust and his face was only the compliment of it all. He stood only 5’7 but he was all man. His brown hair soothe his dark eyes. Jason’s eyes were the eyes of an innocent child. So many times I vowed to walk out of his life, but one look into them and I forgave him for all the cruelty he caused my heart. And in these three years of loving him, he has caused me tremendous cruelty. His skin was the tone of a sandy beach off the coast of a tropical beach. His lips were full, full of sweetness. This brilliant man whom I have fallen madly in love with has not an ounce of care for me. Ask me if it matters. Ask me has it stopped me from loving him, from hurting, from running to him night after night.
The answer is no.

Chapter 2
And then there was Franco. Loving Jas can leave any women feeling lonely. That’s how I ended up with Franco. He feels that void but not my heart. Franco is a kinder soul. He is a lot younger and naïve not to mention. Franco has the deepest desire for me and my heart is his prize. But he doesn’t know that he is in second place and for that there is no award. There isn’t a minute of any day that he doesn’t wish to share with me. I love him for no reason other than he is my closet friend. Don’t get me wrong, Franco is desirable, just never satisfying. The only thing worth my while in this man is his brain. He carries himself in a dolt kind of way. He stands 5’7, with big caramel filled eyes, a distinguished nose, and pouty lips with a middle eastern accent. He wears a 5’o clock shadow better than any man I know. He can be a little outlandish at times but this just keeps things interesting.