Esplanation

Esplanation

A Story by Alexander Fox
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To complete the gal poems.

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I couldn't express my full thoughts with the limited powers of rhyme I posses, and this essay will most undoubtedly fall short as well. Still, I'm possessed with a need to attempt to convey my gratitude towards you. I first must explain the complexity and the shame of the situation which I have manufactured between us. We have always been close, in sync, of the same mind, but being torn apart and growing apart had left me, for a long while, confused and distraught. There was never an ending to our story, no conclusion or finale. Therefor, imagine my glee at finding that you still cared for me. But I was bitterly torn. I wanted to see if our story had an ending, possibly a happy ever after, but I was already invested in another. I had promised my loyalty and love to one who needed both badly at the time. To stifle damaging behavior I once again put you on hold. This was only so that I might protect both her and my self-respect. It looked like I could fabricate a happy ending of that relationship. But, under my nose, in the dead of night and without my knowledge, it killed itself. I was left hurting, but remembered how contrived and forced it had been. I was reminded of the unfinished story. Of not only the interest, but the honest and true friendship and care I had shunned for another I had to work to love and recieve those from. I apologize for the action. It was both selfish and foolish. I'm sorry that in trying to protect another I hurt and distanced BOTH of us. I still see you. You still dwell in my mind. I would like to find our ending. Actually, God and you permitting, I would like to write our end. You deserve so much more then the friendship I have to offer. But, until  I find the words to say, I pray friendship will suffice.
-Your James (everyones alex)

© 2008 Alexander Fox


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a very heart wrenching and devoted piece to which I commend you on your servitude to one and complexity for the other, I think we all have had similar situations and how we handle them will follow us the rest of our days,,blessings..Cecil

Posted 16 Years Ago


I guess you sometimes, or most times, don't like to write out poems in stanzas, but I think it might be a little stronger if you did. This is all pretty depressing, but it sounds honest so that's why I like it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


shows alot of hurt...but still very intriguing i like it! keep up the good work!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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