What’s on your mind right now? Go!
It’s not the answer she expected to hear.
It was an answer that stung, but enticed. Made her heart say, be cautious my luv.
What are your passions, your plans, your…? She asked.
She thought, the pain feels comforting though.
She ask…and ask…and ask, again.
He is resolute.
But he is open, he shared; there is hope.
The drug is curiosity and she cannot find satisfaction.
She misses the pain with every love song.
She will walk away and all will be well. She understands there is an expiration as his heart is closed and hers is open.
She knows she could never repair the damage of his past. Or could she?
She is a girl, a woman, and he does not waver. He is not.
Je suis une fille, une femme, et es un garçon, un homme.
She is only his…. Her, The one girl, The “Nickname”, the temporary, the if schedules align.
She knows her position in his existence and yet her head is filled with thoughts of their non-existence. The drug.
She tells herself she’s ok. She follows his orders. She distracts with others as requested. She plays her role with absolute obedience.
She knows he is protecting her from him.