I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment, and making the best of it without knowing what's going to happen next. Why did I not learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future. The truth is that unless you let go unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward. It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to getaway. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong, and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come

It is 2 AM.I am standing in my room; the flood of emotions that are running through my mind is clearly said in hands that are trembling.Did I act hastily?Did Colton Cruz make a mistake?I did what I thought was right at the time, and the only right thing is to make sure that Trinity and I can be back together again.Yet, I think that I have strayed so far from reality that I might have doomed our relationship forever. It is one thing to lock her up, but another for what I have done to her father.I don’t think that she will ever forgive me again.How can I have been so fucking stupid6?I need to fix this.If she does not wish to talk to me, I will do my best to put down in words how exactly I feel.Colton Cruz is writing a goddamn love letter. Things just seem to be getting stranger by the day.So here it goes…“Princess,I can imagine what the look in your eyes will be w

Trinity left last night.There was a piece of me that hoped that she would remain by my side; I guess forgiving one for doing such a big wrong is too great of a thing to have asked. My sole intent when I went to Vic was to kill him, but then I saw that I would only be foolish and cause Trinity to hate me. Though the moment that Vic had his gun drawn on me, I knew that it was going to be either him or me. So yes, I can be said to be a monster, but in a way, I was also just trying to defend myself.Now there is no turning back from this. I have made the woman that I love hate me with such great pain. And not only this, she has now become my rival. How did this all become so fucked up? I was so blinded by love that I lost sight of what is right and wrong.But if you technically look at it this way, what was Vic’s should be mine. Now the question begs, do I want to walk into the Stone Mansion and claim what should be now my turf? Do I truly want to upset Trini

…Trinity POV…I have never felt such extreme anger towards a single soul in my life before. To say that my heart is not raging with hatred would be a lie. All I feel towards Colton Cruz now is the desire to end his life.Did I love this man before?If you ask me now, then I would say no. I feel betrayed, and god knows I feel hurt. The pain that he has inflicted on me is one that you can never forgive. How can you walk into the home of a man with the intent of killing him? Can he even dare to say that he has done this all for us?”What us?There is no such thing.I hate the man.Yet this man thinks that he can underestimate me; it only takes me but a snap of a second, and I have my wrist away from him. Not being able to resist, I only but burst into laughter, “Do you truly think I am just a fucking pretty face?”“Oh, little princess, I know that you can handle that thing. But do us both the

I watched Trinity’s back for the final time as she walked out that door.That was three days ago.Today, I am still a fucking mess, and god knows I think that I will still be one for a while. The fact is that I cannot keep living in the vicious circle of absolutely torture. There is nothing…between us only spaces of emptiness and nothing. There was love…once, yet there was none; as for feeling, what parts existed? What parts of us existed?The thing with moving on is you will be stuck there for a while. You will be moving, yet you will still be stuck in the memory, in the moments. So are you truly moving on?I say it is bullshit.But I cannot be that man that is going to climb into a deep abyss and sit in my own misery wondering what went wrong. I have a new role in fulfilling. Not only am I Colton Cruz, but I am Kole Venditti, and both of these men will not let women ruin their lives and kick them down. I am getting off this fu