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Lovethings are not subject to time and logic as we know them. They don’t end when they should; they don’t leave you be when you say it’s over. It all happens gradually and one day you realize you do not care what the once loved thinks of you. That precious person becomes a stranger in front of your eyes, and all the weight of romantic pain lifts from your shoulders. You don’t mind if they find out your dirty little secrets, or meet with your true arrogance. Heck, they don’t even receive the kindness you offer to strangers.
Your heart stops responding to the touch of their eyes. Sweet endearments you had spent months waiting for sound silly and mushy; and cuddling after the fact just feels like a waste of time. Once putty in their hands, you have gradually transformed into granite, hard and tough. You’ve become the original version of yourself, corners and spikes and flaws and all. No filters, no common courtesy; you’ve left them face to face with the beast in you: still cute but won’t control the urge to bite anymore.
Lovethings are not subject to time and logic as we know them. Your lover’s transformation into a stranger finalizes at the weirdest moments. For example the morning after you have gone to them to plead for another chance you wake up naked in their arms with a sense of lightness. That arm draped over your chest belongs to an ordinary man now; its embrace is not the one you were craving for. You step out of bed as if this was just a one night stand at the end of a 3-day-bender. You step away from those arms as if they were shotguns you accidently stole from the mafia. You leave the room ready to forget, ready to erase, ready to deny everything that connects you to that heart you just heard beating against your side.
In my personal history this transformation always made me more desirable by the once loved. Only after I have closed off my heart I became irresistible. They all preferred this aloof, cold woman to the warm, soft lover in me. Yet, why would I want to be loved and held by a stranger? What good a man will do to me after I have turned into granite?
© 2013 melekelif
Your heart stops responding to the touch of their eyes. Sweet endearments you had spent months waiting for sound silly and mushy; and cuddling after the fact just feels like a waste of time. Once putty in their hands, you have gradually transformed into granite, hard and tough. You’ve become the original version of yourself, corners and spikes and flaws and all. No filters, no common courtesy; you’ve left them face to face with the beast in you: still cute but won’t control the urge to bite anymore.
Lovethings are not subject to time and logic as we know them. Your lover’s transformation into a stranger finalizes at the weirdest moments. For example the morning after you have gone to them to plead for another chance you wake up naked in their arms with a sense of lightness. That arm draped over your chest belongs to an ordinary man now; its embrace is not the one you were craving for. You step out of bed as if this was just a one night stand at the end of a 3-day-bender. You step away from those arms as if they were shotguns you accidently stole from the mafia. You leave the room ready to forget, ready to erase, ready to deny everything that connects you to that heart you just heard beating against your side.
In my personal history this transformation always made me more desirable by the once loved. Only after I have closed off my heart I became irresistible. They all preferred this aloof, cold woman to the warm, soft lover in me. Yet, why would I want to be loved and held by a stranger? What good a man will do to me after I have turned into granite?
© 2013 melekelif
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always always
everythıng you write is so beautifully honest and true
