Don't Judge Everyone By One Sin

Do not judge everyone by the sins of some, but the men knew that, of course.

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If not, why would I still be paying for the sins of the girl that broke his heart when they were barely thirteen?

Her name was Elise.

She was light-skinned with a beauty mark on her left cheek.

She had a voice that carried, a face that stuck in memories like an expired label refusing to peel off the skin of plastic.

Oh, she was exquisite.

Had all the boys worship at her feet, this boy particularly.

And we know how the story goes.

She used him, then dumped him, and now he's convinced that every girl is Elise.

As greedy as she is pretty, as shallow as the surface of a window, he would not be the fool.

He was younger, now he was better, and could have whomever he wanted.

Light skin, beauty mark somewhere on her cheek.

Voice that carried, face fit for a few victorious secrets.

He would look for Elise.

Or some poor soul wrapped up in her skin.

How else could he show how far he'd come from where he once been when no one wanted him?

When no one, Elise, noticed him?

And this is the moment they played off.

Act out that scene from their favorite comic book.

Where she crawls back now that he's successful.

Except I'm not Elise.

And yet I find myself fighting decades worth of malice.

Truth is, sometimes men fall in love much harder.

And you lie that you have a type, but you're just looking for her.

We're only together because I look like her.

And you will never get the closure you think you deserve.

Elise is most likely content and will move on to another.