Monday, October 01, 2012

The morning after..

The morning after that conversation has made the evening hours inconsequential, the hello I knew was meant only for me. After he looked at me with that peculiar look that I just cant figure out - my whole life started and ended in that one moment. Then. We had a conversation. His mind couldn't stretch beyond technology, flat screens, the latest game/movie/gadget, himself, his work, his interests, his nature, his adventure, him. him. him. It was okay for a while. I stretched, pulled, broke myself trying to be everything he was not, to him and to me. And for a while the daily motions of sleep, work, eat were enough to lull me into a sense of rainbow hued content. I remembered. That sleep, work, eat was not enough. I had battled my way here, past the hounds of hell and more. I awoke, startled-like, as if I had been in a coma. My life was not about you,I had just allowed it to be. And so, its come full circle.. I have been through the walk of shame, I have clutched the shreds of my dignity to my chest and clutched my Pride in heels, taken my handbag of courage and now I walk tall with my messy hair in the pre-dawn air - you are just a one-night stand in the rest of my life. And p.s. this is the kind of love I demand