Love
I think I love her.
Not the kind of burning love that has so much passion writ on its face that it's like a latticework of veins in marble, but the kind of unconditional love that transcends the physical.
I care about her. I want good things for her, and I want to be a bulwark against bad things for her.
there is passion, but when i sit down at 5:45 in the morning, when the world is asleep and the air is clean and unfilitered through millions of bodies and polluted by millions of cars, and when all the anxiety of my life is slumbering soundly in that hidden stronghold, passion takes second place.
Passion has no place in the morning.
When the gates of morning open, it's love that rules the hour.
Passion, to me at least, seems to be dirty, polluted and purple like a darkening bruise. Mayhaps i'm confusing the feeling with lust, but tell me true, how far away are they when it deals with the opposite sex?
No, this feeling I have for her is love. the kind of love that i have for the girl i based Chelsea Robinson, the MC's "destined" if you will(if i am the god of this universe, then my will is destiny) love interest and wife, off of so many years ago.
So many years ago that the only aspect of this girl that is left in the character is her name.
Chelsea Payne.
The love I beared, and still bear, for Chelsea Payne is the kind of love that allows you to step back and say, "You're the perfect girl for me, but Chad is the perfect guy for you." It also allows you to sit back and watch them get married five years later, and say, "I was right not to interfere."
This is not a rationalization of past inadequacies, it is an affirmation of the feeling I got when i looked at them together all those years ago.
Anyway.
The love that I bear Larkin is selfless, though i hope it doesn't have to be selfless to the point that she feels that there is someone out there who wants good things to happen to her, but can't remember or figure out who it is.
Which reminds me of the little short story I started a while back about something similar...
Now I do have passion for Larkin. Every single time I kiss her, its as if i ride a wave of something that takes me to her lips, and my body responds to her touch no matter how much alcohol I've consumed, or how many things have deadened it's synapses.
I've already described how her touch feels in a previous post entitled "Ooohhh...".
I have surprisingly little anxiety over her right now. I know that something is supposed to happen, and I'm willing to wait for it.
Not the kind of burning love that has so much passion writ on its face that it's like a latticework of veins in marble, but the kind of unconditional love that transcends the physical.
I care about her. I want good things for her, and I want to be a bulwark against bad things for her.
there is passion, but when i sit down at 5:45 in the morning, when the world is asleep and the air is clean and unfilitered through millions of bodies and polluted by millions of cars, and when all the anxiety of my life is slumbering soundly in that hidden stronghold, passion takes second place.
Passion has no place in the morning.
When the gates of morning open, it's love that rules the hour.
Passion, to me at least, seems to be dirty, polluted and purple like a darkening bruise. Mayhaps i'm confusing the feeling with lust, but tell me true, how far away are they when it deals with the opposite sex?
No, this feeling I have for her is love. the kind of love that i have for the girl i based Chelsea Robinson, the MC's "destined" if you will(if i am the god of this universe, then my will is destiny) love interest and wife, off of so many years ago.
So many years ago that the only aspect of this girl that is left in the character is her name.
Chelsea Payne.
The love I beared, and still bear, for Chelsea Payne is the kind of love that allows you to step back and say, "You're the perfect girl for me, but Chad is the perfect guy for you." It also allows you to sit back and watch them get married five years later, and say, "I was right not to interfere."
This is not a rationalization of past inadequacies, it is an affirmation of the feeling I got when i looked at them together all those years ago.
Anyway.
The love that I bear Larkin is selfless, though i hope it doesn't have to be selfless to the point that she feels that there is someone out there who wants good things to happen to her, but can't remember or figure out who it is.
Which reminds me of the little short story I started a while back about something similar...
Now I do have passion for Larkin. Every single time I kiss her, its as if i ride a wave of something that takes me to her lips, and my body responds to her touch no matter how much alcohol I've consumed, or how many things have deadened it's synapses.
I've already described how her touch feels in a previous post entitled "Ooohhh...".
I have surprisingly little anxiety over her right now. I know that something is supposed to happen, and I'm willing to wait for it.
posted by Hadrian: Dark One at 5:48 AM
1 Comments:
Mayhap hanging out with her away from alcohol. I've never ejoyed trying to get to know someone when they're drunk off their ass. Suprise her by meeting her after work one day. Don't take no for an answer. Make her either go with you or really tell you to back off. Don't let her pussy-foot around. But I'm behind you all the way man.
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