|Ramblings of Love (standard:romance, 519 words)|
|Author: AAAAAAAhhhhh check it out||Added: Jan 09 2005||Views/Reads: 2243/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's about love.|
My breath stays still in the fog of the morn, hanging there until the soft breath of another blows it away. My other. He sits beside me so gently, not wanting to disturb the silence we have created on this early break of day. Not even glancing my way as if he is afraid I will have vanished. He would rather believe I am here than know I am. But I am. And nothing could change it. My guilt may surround my heart, but he fills the inside of it. Every orifice of me is filled with the feeling I have for him. Itâs as if I catch my breath and my heart stops and all the other analogies about love come true. But itâs more than that. It must be experienced to really be felt. You will never know what love is about, or how it feels, unless you feel it first-hand. You will never know how it works no matter what. Love isnât something to study, to have knowledge of. You just have to have faith that it works by something good, and not by something evil. If it was started by something evil, I could understand, because once youâve had it you are addicted, hooked. Itâs the soft touch of anotherâs hand, when the world stops spinning just because you catch a stray glance of theirs. You are afraid to look at them because you know it will be hard to look away. You donât want them to notice youâre looking, but you know they do. And you notice them too. Itâs a symbiotic relationship, each depending on the other as the other depends on them. Itâs even inexplicable, so I donât know what urges me to go on in this vain effort to inform on the subject. It wonât do any good. But maybe if you knew my story, you would understand better. You would feel somewhat how I feel, because I donât know if I regret it or not. I donât know anything anymore. He controls my life, unknowingly, but I submit myself willingly. Freedom bound my heart as I started in on this wayward journey. Oxy moron, no? Nothing could change the way it was then. My life was miserable, yet within myself I found liberty. I just walked away from it all. Like I didnât care. I mean, I did care, I just didnât want to. I wanted to go away and forget about all this drama. I was content with a simple life, one with no purpose at all but to be. My kindred were few, although I didnât mind. I wasnât into sharing my life with others and crying about it all the time. It was bad, thatâs all there was to it, but I was not. I knew that, I knew that I would be told it was my fault, but I knew it wasnât. Nothing else mattered. I was at ease and in terms with my life. All I needed was a quiet place and a book. But quiet places were hard to come upon where I existed. Tweet
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