It was one day, Just one day stretched before me in segmented moments. 60 seconds to a minute 60 minutes to an hour, 24 Hours in this day. The day that would Finnish everything I had ever started. Everything that I had every wanted or worked for.
I wish it would have been so simple. But it wasn't nothing ever was. I waled the streets that felt like sand beneath my feet so worn from use and decay. Peoples worked their way into my soles. I was running I wasn't no oblivious that I didn't know that.
I was running away from her. Away from all she stood for and the pillar of lies that she represented. I was a coward, and the worst kind. The one that knew who he was and made no excuses. It was wrong and while I was not ok with that fact I saw no clear alternative. To turn around would be accepting what she said as the last word. That she would have all the power and I no choice in this.
Wasn't that what I had been doing for years anyway. Taking away her choices. She said that my deception was 'unforgivable. But what about hers? She had played her part well in this little melodrama that we had created.
Our three act play and the curtain had finally come to a close. I had never thought it would end like this. My ending envisioned slow motion running down the beach and us falling into each other's arms. Ok maybe not something so effeminate but along those lines sure I thought of it. Hell I had even dreamed of the smooth and irresistible way I would take her into my arms, pull the hair back from her face and say, "Baby I have always loved you."
She would of course gush and swoon and I would very masculinely pick her up and carry her into the bedroom where we would make sweet passionate love. It was all very perfect. Very thought out. It never occurred to me that I would be leaving my home at four am, to go and track her down in this little armpit of America.
But again we were trapped in this never ending game of hide and seek, only this time, Bree never told me when to start counting.
I wish it would have been so simple. But it wasn't nothing ever was. I waled the streets that felt like sand beneath my feet so worn from use and decay. Peoples worked their way into my soles. I was running I wasn't no oblivious that I didn't know that.
I was running away from her. Away from all she stood for and the pillar of lies that she represented. I was a coward, and the worst kind. The one that knew who he was and made no excuses. It was wrong and while I was not ok with that fact I saw no clear alternative. To turn around would be accepting what she said as the last word. That she would have all the power and I no choice in this.
Wasn't that what I had been doing for years anyway. Taking away her choices. She said that my deception was 'unforgivable. But what about hers? She had played her part well in this little melodrama that we had created.
Our three act play and the curtain had finally come to a close. I had never thought it would end like this. My ending envisioned slow motion running down the beach and us falling into each other's arms. Ok maybe not something so effeminate but along those lines sure I thought of it. Hell I had even dreamed of the smooth and irresistible way I would take her into my arms, pull the hair back from her face and say, "Baby I have always loved you."
She would of course gush and swoon and I would very masculinely pick her up and carry her into the bedroom where we would make sweet passionate love. It was all very perfect. Very thought out. It never occurred to me that I would be leaving my home at four am, to go and track her down in this little armpit of America.
But again we were trapped in this never ending game of hide and seek, only this time, Bree never told me when to start counting.
