Thursday, July 12, 2012 7:47 PM
Posted by GG Renee | Filed under My Writing
He only stays long enough to take what he needs and keep moving. If he stops moving, he's afraid he might self-destruct. If he stops wandering, he might have to face himself. He'd rather stay in the dark where he can't see. If the sun comes out, he'll see his shadow. And he's afraid of his shadow.
She sees his shadow and she loves him for it. Nothing he does makes her love him less. She wishes that he could see himself the way she sees him. So she continues to crave him and wait for the next call, the next text, the next knock at the door. He consumes her thoughts. She wills him to her door.
He tells her what she wants to hear and makes her feel like she's the only girl in the world. He knows that he hurts her, but he doesn't know how to share anything of himself other than his pain. He tells her, "This is just how we do. We have something special. I know you understand and you're the only one who does. I can't be still but I know you love me and that's why I always come back."
She thinks, "If I stick around, things will be different. He will realize how much he loves me and he will stay. I will rescue him and teach him how to love. I will love him to happy. He will change for me."
She thinks that she will lose him if she pushes him away. She thinks no one else will ever feel so right inside of her - in her body, in her mind, in her heart. So she waits. She holds on. She loses herself in his extremes.
He pushes and pulls. He's only comfortable in chaos, after all. He thinks she'll never leave. But she's drowning. He's more than she can take. Exhausted and broken, gasping for air, she turns away. She's been up and down so many times, she doesn't know if she'll resurface if she goes under again. Her survival instinct takes over. She locks all the doors. She ignores his cries. She knows she must let him go in order to save herself.
She breathes. She mourns. She suffers. A part of her passes away. She rebuilds. She emerges. Timidly at first. Beautiful. Free. Enlightened. Happiness awaits like a faint light in the distance. And maybe she even still loves him, but she finally loves herself more.