Almost... lovers?

Pushing the cover aside, her fingers lightly brushed over the glossy paper. Her eyes devoured the vivid colours that brought her pain and pleasure. Pleasure in the talent and devotion taken to create them. Pain when her mind turned to reflect on the past, and the period in which she acquired the works of art.

Familiar names sprang to life. She did not know them, they were merely familiar in the sense that she could match the artist with the piece. As the pages turned, one particular name caught her eye.

In bold blue font, was the name of a man she had come to know so well. Too well.

And then, it hit her. She was dumbstruck.

Years ago, the name before her was one of a complete stranger. She did not know who he was, or where he was from. Whether he enjoyed summer days, or winter nights. How old he was, or how he liked his tea. At present, the name printed on the paper struck something within her. Something deep, surreal, and extraordinary. Something she could never think to live without. He use to be a nobody, a nothing. Now, he meant the world to her.

A smile touched her lips as she sacredly closed the booklet.

His work once swept her off her feet. As it appears, he has as well.

The irony of it all.

Blind to what you hear

You're right. You were in the wrong to gain custody of us six years ago. It's good to hear that you finally admit to it.

Now tell me, about that so-called serious, adult-like talk we had earlier. Are you bluffing? Or do you really want to get rid of me? This whole i-taught-you-now-you-roam-free is a bunch of bullshit to my ears. It reeks too.

But to hell with that. Like I said, I don't give a damn. Not anymore. This approach fits too. Me being a bad influence over your new daughter and all.

A or B?
Two weeks to decide.

Prostitution. Gambling. Drinking. Cheating.

I'm tired of hearing them throw these goddamn insults at each other. It has gotten to the point where I don't give a damn and I'd rather you 'adults' sort your problems amongst yourselves. Principles? You think I don't have them? Why not take a hard look at yourself and then talk. Quit acting like children, and quit living in the friggin past. You've both moved on, and its crystal clear; you with your new marriage and child and the other with a fiancé. Or do you do it to simply spite the other? Truth be told, that wouldn't surprise me at all. It'd just merely be another failure to add to your list of childish maneuvers.

And for Gods sake, leave me out of it! I'm not a message carrier, and vengeance isn't my forte. Frankly, I've put up with this for far too long and I just want to get the hell out of here. Never have I thought 'oh please let mommy and daddy be happy again..together.' Hell, when were you two ever? All I have to thank you for is a joyous and wonderful childhood (if only i had one.) Too bad neither of you were ever there and when you were, were too absorbed in your fighting and drinking to ever take notice. Then again, perhaps I'm being selfish (as you always deem me to be.) After all, you did put food on my plate and send me off to a decent school. So really, thank you for that.

But all this? I'm done with it.

Also, that little remark of yours?
Tell her this is war and you girls will be put in the middle of it
Why thank you, I didn't know you cared so much as to directly involve the welfare of your children. Really, it's an honour sir.

Life as we know it...

Forget the confinement of your home, your high school, your family and friends. You have been smothered for far too long, and it is time to take that step forward. To trudge your way into the real world. To start living life.

I'm ready, are you?

Stop & Stare

I went for it, and it was utterly amazing. Fruition? Tis nonexistent. I can't get enough. It's driving me mad.

How on earth is that even possible at this point? After all this long?

Please don't let this one go.

Cheers, Darlin'

I don't know if i should keep hanging on, and waiting, wishing, praying for you to come back. To be as we were, as we should be, as we promised and convinced ourselves years ago that we would be. I miss you. God, how much i miss you. I want to make that move, to do something to show that i care, but will that be enough? Is it ever enough?

I've been let down once, should i go for a second then hopefully, third time will have it's charm? Is the humiliation, and pain worth it? It should be, just as long as things turn back to what they once were.

But I'm scared, I'm scared that you will (further) push me away. That you will learn to live without me (you possibly have) and everything that we were, will mean nothing, will be nothing. Just a distant memory that you blame yourself for wasting precious years of your life on.

I will make that move, but when the time is right, in a few weeks time i say. You have your problems right now, and i don't want to be the reason behind further distress. Maybe, just maybe, you will believe me this time around.

You're in love with love…

Does one truly fall in love, or are we merely infatuated with the idea of it? Convincing oneself that this one person can cause you to soar so high above the ground, you lose yourself completely. That their flaws are seen as perfection in your eyes, and even their lies are beautiful.

Perhaps this line of thought works both ways, or is it always a one-way street?