An old saying goes "Patience is Virtue."
I haven't been patient, and when I touched your lips I began to wonder if what I was doing was right.
"Is this right?" I asked, full of expectations.
"Yes," you said.
I faltered, knowing that what you said was right.
You said it was ok, that it wasn't right but what we felt was not wrong. So I continued kissing you until I realized I was passionately in love with you.
The air was cold, and your were shivering. I hugged you tightly in my arms and felt your warmth. I kissed your back.
"If we do this," I asked, "Will I ever see you again?"
"Yes," you answered.
With that promise we started exploring our depthless emotions. With moans of pleasure and passion we entered paradise.
A couple of years back I promised myself never to fall in love with someone that easily. But I faltered. I failed drastically. I succumbed to my loneliness and fell, like a child from a tall tree.
And now I am falling... falling.
I know sooner or later I would feel the ground. I would feel the hurt and the pain. I will die - as I have died before.
Over and over again.
Over and over again.
Over... and over again.
3 comments:
It's amazing how much bittersweet pain we bear for an ounce of happiness. And it's always worth it. It's always worth it.
over and over again... you may and will die. but wouldn't you, Chaz, contend that it is far better to die countless times than to not be loved not even once nor feel the intensity of it?
I agree. But I was wrong to love someone who could not love me back as I have thought he would. I made the same stupid mistake again, this time with another person.
But I am glad I did it. At least I know I am not totally cynical about love anymore.
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