Strangers.

It hits the ground with a finality I didn’t know could exist.

The residual flames burn amber against the grit.

Your eyes trail my every move.

Those eyes.

The damn eyes that linger in my mind like a scalding touch on an ice cold skin.

It’s a dance.

A dance we’ve danced since the day we met.

The freight of being caught only heightened the attraction.

We used it, reveled in it.

And to think it began as a game. A challenge.

Nothing more than an exciting play.

But things turned real too soon.

A little too fucking real.

A little too fucking scary.

Clasped hands and stolen kisses and pressed bodies.

The secrets, the lies, the cloak and dagger, it let doubt cast its shadow over us.

A doubt that brings nothing but pain.

A pain that ultimately leads us.. away from one another.

In the game of secrets and seduction there is only one rule; Don’t fall in love.

And at the end of it, it all leaves us nothing but.. strangers.

“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”
Jonathan Safran Foer

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2 Responses

  1. hey! Nice short read. Keep them coming 🙂 . Also I have a little constructive criticism. There seem to be some grammatical errors , very few , but they are there. Cheers!

    • Hi. Wow. Thanks! I’ll look out for the grammar! 🙂
      Cheers!

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