© Sean N. Zelda Safe to say, I took the bait. I didn’t think outside the box. I was all talk and no action. My Achilles heel was ripe for the taking. What I’m really trying to say is that at the end of the day, I let love in. But a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Sweet surrender. A sweet deal. Or so it seemed. To beat a dead horse would be beyond me. You’d have to do it yourself. But we were in the same boat. I bent over backwards for you. You made your move and by the same token, my hands were tied. All was lost. We always did the same song and dance. You said your prayers and I constantly saw the glass half empty. Your shoe is on the other foot and I’m too rich for my blood. Your tongue is tied and I’m under the gun. Unless you are the lead dog, the view never changes from this angle. You cannot judge someone until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. You had this coming to you. I could whip you with one arm tied behind my back. I see the fores