Sunday, May 14, 2006

Glint

The Glint of Light from the Tip of a Wickedly Sharp Dagger

“Be careful,” she whispered. “My love stings.”

I didn’t care what she said. She was about to fuck me. At that moment in time she could have said she was a time-traveling sociopath here destroy mankind with her paralyzing vagina. It wouldn’t even slow me down. Although they did turn out to be the most important words I would hear in my lifetime.

I fell in love fast, hard. Too fast, in retrospect it was stupid. I did love her, but more than that, I longed for love. So I was in love first. Apparently, that was a mistake.

She fell in love too, ostensibly. At least, so she told me. On numerous occasions. Sometimes with her ankles by my ears, sometimes while we slept, sometimes while we strolled along a path. She said it a lot of times, and fuck me if I didn’t believe her.

So, long story short, one day she said she didn’t love me. She fell out of love? I didn’t even know that could happen, so it was a bit of a shock. This concept alone is enough to give me pause, but the fact that it now applies directly to me rocks me, leaves me literally reeling. Describing the feeling would require the capabilities of a mathematical genius. Stephen Hawking could do it. I can’t.

I couldn’t understand it, but it sure as hell hurt.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

HUG HUG HUG
Big fat kisses.
and more HUGS!

Kim Ayres said...

Manly hugs and blokey sympathy. If I was in Canada I'd take you to the pub to moan about life over several drinks. OK, I'm about 4-5,000 miles away, but I'm with you in spirit.

Unknown said...

Thanks Kim and Bernie. Luckily, it's an old pain. I just am finally capable of exploring it. I find lately that a lot of my writing seizes on a particular memory or emotion, and runs from there.