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This, that and everything else in between
Before this, he only knew her in a peripheral way. He was content to know her from a distance. He knew the way her hair would fall - no, tumble down her back in big loose waves. He has memorized her gait and knew her nape the way you would know an old friend.
He breathes her name out. It was both a promise and a prayer. It rolls off his tongue like a well kept delicious secret you can only partake of when you're at the verge of death. He sighs her name like the act of contrition.
***
"Know your sins, my child. Know them and perhaps you'll be forgiven." The priest said with too much affection. She didn't need his pity. She asked for guidance. She smiled bitterly and said her thanks. She knows her sins - she's got too many, hidden in the crevices of her being, hidden deep in her subconscious, under her fingernails, right beneath her skin. She doesn't want forgiveness for her sins. She wants a blessing.
***
He knows he'll regret her, that she'll be one of those stories he'll retell when he's drunk off his ass with his friends who would fill him with more beer and encourage his bitterness. He knows she'll be on the top of his drunk dial list. That doesn't stop him from wanting her. Apparently, having her for a breath's width was worth a lifetime of regret.
***
She knows he'd be listed as a mistake in her book. He'll be the reason she'll face palm herself in the middle of a thought, when he injects himself in it. He'll be her dirty secret, her plausible deniability, her "I don't know what you're talking about." He'll be the horrible morning after, like the worst hangover in her lifetime; worse than the time in college when she drank her weight in tequila, whiskey and beer. That didn't stop her from walking up to him at the bar and from asking for his name.
***
When people start a sentence with "No offense but..." you can be damned assured that they're really out to offend you. It's hilarious to think that they feel they're softening the blow, like you'll look back at the situation and think "He insulted me but he was polite about it." They won't remember the supposed softened blow. They'll only remember the impact.
Besides, isn't that a fucking cop out? The pathetic attempt at some justice and old school protocol is one huge cop out. You're breaking someone's heart, you're going to inflict some degree of pain. Admit to it, deliver the death blow and move on. You'll be stricken out of the other person's Christmas list for a couple of years but there's a bigger chance of you being friends again later on.
***
They both break each other's hearts. They both said things that were hurtful and things that were true. They cried, suffered and then one day, they both moved on.
He breathes her name out. It was both a promise and a prayer. It rolls off his tongue like a well kept delicious secret you can only partake of when you're at the verge of death. He sighs her name like the act of contrition.
***
"Know your sins, my child. Know them and perhaps you'll be forgiven." The priest said with too much affection. She didn't need his pity. She asked for guidance. She smiled bitterly and said her thanks. She knows her sins - she's got too many, hidden in the crevices of her being, hidden deep in her subconscious, under her fingernails, right beneath her skin. She doesn't want forgiveness for her sins. She wants a blessing.
***
He knows he'll regret her, that she'll be one of those stories he'll retell when he's drunk off his ass with his friends who would fill him with more beer and encourage his bitterness. He knows she'll be on the top of his drunk dial list. That doesn't stop him from wanting her. Apparently, having her for a breath's width was worth a lifetime of regret.
***
She knows he'd be listed as a mistake in her book. He'll be the reason she'll face palm herself in the middle of a thought, when he injects himself in it. He'll be her dirty secret, her plausible deniability, her "I don't know what you're talking about." He'll be the horrible morning after, like the worst hangover in her lifetime; worse than the time in college when she drank her weight in tequila, whiskey and beer. That didn't stop her from walking up to him at the bar and from asking for his name.
***
When people start a sentence with "No offense but..." you can be damned assured that they're really out to offend you. It's hilarious to think that they feel they're softening the blow, like you'll look back at the situation and think "He insulted me but he was polite about it." They won't remember the supposed softened blow. They'll only remember the impact.
Besides, isn't that a fucking cop out? The pathetic attempt at some justice and old school protocol is one huge cop out. You're breaking someone's heart, you're going to inflict some degree of pain. Admit to it, deliver the death blow and move on. You'll be stricken out of the other person's Christmas list for a couple of years but there's a bigger chance of you being friends again later on.
***
They both break each other's hearts. They both said things that were hurtful and things that were true. They cried, suffered and then one day, they both moved on.
