His Nature, Her Love

“You never let me read your writing”, she moaned. He had talent and she knew it, but he was hiding something. Based on causal circumstances he had a reluctance to be vulnerable--and it would never truly go away. “I am you and you are me”, she thought, “I want to get to know you”. They really hadn’t been together long, but there was something in his eyes that told her she should stay. The connection was that she liked the feel of his soul. The sensation of his body when it was in hers. It inspired something in her. When they weren’t making love there was distance between them--not only figuratively, but literally. It was nice though. It would keep things fresh, and provide for a long-lasting affiliation between them. On every Sunday she brought her life to his, and sometimes she went the extra mile when she could. She also brought him gifts whenever the time was right. It was her M.O., her love language. He was her child because she was of God, and she his, but not in this life. Here they were brother and sister, amongst men. What came of their relational being was a sort of conditional love for each other. In the flesh they would die, and everything they created would disappear. It was the only reason anything meant something in their world. “We have time now”, she thought again. “Let me express myself for you”, and then a deeper part of her followed with: you won’t be disappointed. Whenever she spoke his responses were in monotone. There was something in his voice that held pain. “I’m not here to fool you”, he said… “Don’t be mistaken when I don’t tell you I love you. Nothing ever lasts. This life is bullshit and you know it. Let’s just see each other while we’re young, and go from there”. Her soul cackled all the way from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, because in her heart she knew he was right. The situation was morbidly romantic. “F**k it”, she eventually replied; they smiled at each other deep in their bones and agreed to end the conversation. “Let’s go outside and have a smoke, dear”.