What Love Will Make People Do
Saturday, June 24, 2006
“Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.”
—-
Unknown
“I hate you.”
“Yes," he sighs. "I know you do. I feel the same.”
Even now, defining what hurts more—looking into her eyes or avoiding them—is difficult. He glances at them to determine her mood. Turbulent as a midnight ocean. Negative. Fear? Anger? He sees flexing in her jaw; gritting her teeth. Anger. Definitely anger.
“It should have never felt so,” she pauses. “So much despair.”
“I know.”
“I mean if we could have only kept it simple, this would not have—”
He finishes her sentence. “Hurt so much. I know. I wish—”
“You could have avoided this.” Exasperation shakes her body violently as she exhales. “Yeah. Don’t think I can remember how I got into this with you.”
“We need help.” He closes his eyes, disgusted with himself. She means the world to him. If there were a way to get through this unscathed, he would do it. There is no way, though.
“Your turn.” Her eyes turn to slits.
He tries to adjust his body weight to lift his hand. Moments later, they tumble in agony, then in laughter.
“Wanna play another game of Twister?’
—-
Unknown
“I hate you.”
“Yes," he sighs. "I know you do. I feel the same.”
Even now, defining what hurts more—looking into her eyes or avoiding them—is difficult. He glances at them to determine her mood. Turbulent as a midnight ocean. Negative. Fear? Anger? He sees flexing in her jaw; gritting her teeth. Anger. Definitely anger.
“It should have never felt so,” she pauses. “So much despair.”
“I know.”
“I mean if we could have only kept it simple, this would not have—”
He finishes her sentence. “Hurt so much. I know. I wish—”
“You could have avoided this.” Exasperation shakes her body violently as she exhales. “Yeah. Don’t think I can remember how I got into this with you.”
“We need help.” He closes his eyes, disgusted with himself. She means the world to him. If there were a way to get through this unscathed, he would do it. There is no way, though.
“Your turn.” Her eyes turn to slits.
He tries to adjust his body weight to lift his hand. Moments later, they tumble in agony, then in laughter.
“Wanna play another game of Twister?’
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