I set my eyes upon the near distance...
I find myself seeking, in a nonchalant manner... yet she is not here.
Slowly coming to the realisation that perhaps we have both been seeking only the positives in one another... Ah, the lust-filled fog of romance, that intoxicating haze which, statistically, almost always fades...
Gently clinked noses... the warmth of her breath cascading down my neck... bound to a passion of a temporary nature.
A strong bonding adhesive, holding us together through attachment, only to surrender us to detachment...
Her unsatisfied life eventually returns to the so-called normalities of this world, whilst I continue down the path of uncertainty...
Certainly...
About the Creator
Armand Slayer
Since fifteen, writing has been my quiet companion. Words, to me, preserve fleeting moments, question certainty, and reveal what often goes unspoken. Every sentence is a journey into memory, emotion, and what it means to be human.
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