Two lives collided with a kiss
Okay. So, everyone has to have some sort of a fucked up relationship in their life- right? Well... as weird as my life already is, this past week it took an even stranger turn. Everyone who is schooled in the ways of majik of any sort should know who Anton Szandor LaVey is... he is the founder of the Satanic Religion. He is also the sole author of the Satanic Bible. Well- I'll bet that no one ever thought about the relatives that he has... no of course not. LaVey couldn't possibly have "relatives..." he's so non-human !! Well, I believe otherwise... since I just dated his nephew. Yup... Little ole me, used to be Christian, dated the direct nephew of Anton Szandor LaVey- author of the Satanic Bible. Now, don't get me wrong... "Baby" isn't Satanic. He's something altogether different. I will refrain from using his real name to protect his identity... but he will always remain "baby" to me. Such a sweetheart with deep, piercing eyes of grey-green and a touch that could make even the coldest of hearts melt.
Yup... I was infatuated. I felt drawn to him in a way that I simply couldn't explain... and him to me. It all began about a month ago, when I met him for the first time, near a popular hang-out downtown. I happened to catch his eye and that ignited a spark which allowed us to become good friends. We hung out, talked, and partied together quite often... and I knew that I was brought to him for a reason. Even his lines in his palms spoke of a match that was meant to be. This past Friday he told me that I had "won", knowing full well that I had been fighting for his affections from the very first. He asked me if he could fall in love with me. He stroked my cheek and cried that he couldn't love me completely right now. I knew that he had just gotten out of a really bad relationship and his heart was still broken... so rather than push something that is supposed to just "happen" I let him go. When he is ready to give his heart away, I will be waiting- but until then, I'm content just being friends with the most powerful soul I have ever encountered. Well, people change, and so do minds. I don't regret the time that I spent with "baby" but I've moved past him and into the future. I discovered that no matter how a person could pretend to change- they won't really, until they're ready. "Baby" will never be ready for a relationship. He to this day remains that 'baby' and for that reason alone- i dubbed him that title.
I've learned that drugs and running from the police were more important to him- and I'm okay with that. He's just another memory of mine, and I'm glad that nothing really happened with him. It's too bad, though- he has the potential to be something wonderful- but like a lot of people he's letting opportunity slip away.
