a fictional rendition of love.

Jan 23, 2007 17:06

"That's mine," he whispered and kissed her with just the edge of his lips, after pointing coyly to that spot below her navel. This statement, of course did nothing less than catapult the butterflies in her belly into a cyclone of turmoil, wondering whether to be elated at the news that he was claiming her, or frustrated because she knew he was lying.

Upon an inevitable evaluation 3 months in, she requested a status report. He politely explained that exclusivity, girlfriends, and love were not in the cards, but reassured her that the way things were more than suited him. She took it for what it was, and her heart sank a little below the heavy mark. Understanding why, and 'getting the point,' was no consolation, not to mention he'd be 7 states west of her by summer. A couple of tears fell after the conversation ended, surprising herself more than anyone.

There'd be no falling.
There'd be no love.
There'd be no more sweetness to add, and she realized it.

But still, in all of this, she couldn't walk away. She couldn't let him know that he'd broken her. And couldn't give him the satisfaction of pulling off a heartache. So today, she's decided that a broken heart will have to do. And so long as he leaves the pieces before he leaves her, she's okay with that.
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