Adoration

Hazel had always told me my adoration of Taylor was misplaced.  That he wasn’t the All-American, small-town boy he made himself out to be.  But I couldn’t help myself.  He was charming, but sullen.  Down to earth, yet wild.  A straight shooter with attention problems.  He came from a well-to-do family.  In short, he had everything I would never have.  He had a worldly knowledge and had vacationed in Europe for months at a time. 

Hazel seemed to be the only woman I knew who had not fallen under his spell.  She was the only one who tried to warn me off Taylor, but my obsession had quickly become all consuming.   All consuming to the point I almost lost my job because thinking of Taylor took all my time and energy.  Nine months into my newfound obsession, I was slowly coming back to myself. 

The strangest part of coming back into myself was I could barely remember what I had been doing for the last nine months.  What had I been really doing while I was under Taylor’s spell?  Had I been working, really?  Had I been acting?  Had I visited my mom every Sunday like I usually did?  Questions kept running through my mind until I passed the mirror.  I had changed.  I could see clearly through my dark, cold eyes.