I knew I that I wasn't destined for a normal life. That the white picket fence and golden retrievers would never be mine.
I knew that I was living in a world of self-in posed innocence.
I knew the scar from the rape would never go away.
I knew it would take something big to rip me from my shell.
I knew the man from the Tex-Mex was different. Just not how much.
I knew we were attracted to each other immediately.
I knew he would really kill my dad.
I knew I couldn't live with the Keefe's life on my hands.
I knew he would find the message even though I prayed I was wrong.
I knew he found the scar when his touched turned soft and his fingers began to stroke my skin.
I knew he cared by the tone of his voice when he asked me about it.
I knew I hurt him when I lied.
I knew Cynthia trusted me when I made the call.
I knew Jackson was relieved when I did.
I knew the pen to the throat was a risky move.
I knew he was right behind me as I made it to the train.
I knew it wasn't over even when my dad embraced me.
I knew Jackson was pissed by the way his eyes stared at me.
I knew, as I clung to my stick that he was better at this then I was.
I knew as he held me against the door and stared into my eyes, that he didn't want to kill me.
I knew I hurt him when I called him pathetic.
I knew as I pointed the gun at him that I was going to survive.
I knew as the ambulance pulled away that Jackson was going to pull through.
I knew he disappeared before the phone ringed.
I knew he was there before I opened my eyes or before his hand cupped my face.
I knew when I gazed in his eyes that I would be with him forever.
I knew, at the moment our lips meet, that I loved him and when his body joined with mine that he loved me to.