“I think the greatest thing for me would be to fall in love. I’ve never been in love.”
He said this to her and turned around to sleep.
“What about me?” Her heart whispered but she chose to ignore it. He was just like the rest. There…but not really there.
She didn’t expect to like him as much as she eventually did. Perhaps she was trying to fool herself that she could keep her emotions aside all the time.
“Its testament to the fact that you are alive.” Whispered her heart.”You can feel…and you can love so deeply. In that way…you are blessed.”
Perhaps such a blessing was a curse.
They had met at a friend’s party and sparks had flown. He had a sunny disposition, a winning smile. So no one…no one but her could understand why she felt like that.
But he just took. Over and over again. Never gave. His kisses were rough. He was never gentle. In the beginning she just thought he was passionate. But she realized that it was just s.e.x. for him. And when they made love she felt unloved. She felt used. She’d look into his eyes and he’d look away. If she tried to caress his face he would impatiently try to shrug it off. It hurt the first couple of times and then she realized one thing.
His touch wasn’t loving. It was greedy.
It was one thing to love unconditionally; it was another to recognize when to let go.
So she left. She left him alone.
He didn’t like being ignored. He’d call her. Text her erratically. Tell her he was missing her. And then tell her that he couldn’t commit.
“Dear lover do you even know what you want?” She would silently scream at him. But her heart was tired. There was an iron fortress around it that she wasn’t going to allow him or anyone else to destroy.
So she never said anything.
He had a coldheart. It wasn’t her job to melt it.