The various sizes, shapes, ages, and colors of men milled about around their display platforms, posturing and cruising here and their like sharks hiding their teeth to lure closer their sought after female prey.
(Title play with words)
The various sizes, shapes, ages, and colors of men milled about around their display platforms, posturing and cruising here and their like sharks hiding their teeth to lure closer their sought after female prey.
(Title play with words)
She could also play “cat and mouse…”
“I remember many times when I thought that I had found safe space to bloom and expand, new love began to wither with every step of my progress.”
“Why would you do this for me?” she asked him, perplexed and moved far beyond mere flattery.
“Because you deserve it, and you need to know how real this is for me,” he replied, lovingly.
“I won’t ‘bad-mouth’ you nor degrade your reputation – despite provocation.”
“What is remembered is near fantasy, if no direct connection.”
“Are ya gonna run, again?” she asked him.
“A love message was talking about being committed from a man speaking to a woman – and yet it was showing a picture of a woman’s manicured hand.
First of all, how can you speak of fidelity when showing some other woman’s hand?
And second, she clearly isn’t putting in any labor work with those nails – so again, I’ll be towing the line on my own while some other woman gets all the credit?
No thank you.”
“Did I say anything?”
He had been “bonding” with her sister.
He had tried to equate it to a time so many years before when he had hard-abandoned her emotionally.
“Sliding out from random dreams as if being gently ejected, I get a strong sense of his voice telling me, ‘That look you give me..as if I mean everything.’
And I realize that he has just seen through my guards and has unapolegetically unpacked and revealed the depths that I have been hiding.”
Have not seen this one, yet.
Either I was “too much”
Or they weren’t enough
“I am not saying that these things happening have been your fault.
But they have happened, and I have incurred damage.
How have things been from your point of view, on your side?
Is there damage that you need and would like my help to repair?”
“I do not like that my heart has been teased and tested.
This has confused my emotions, whereas I was clear from the very first day.
I now feel insecure, spun about, and misattached in pieces scattered about the foray.
It seems that distance is my best safety, and that there is now damage to be amended.
How do we fix this broken trust between us?”
“That first sauntering, proud swagger of the cat who caught the mouse – well deserved and hard-earned, worthy of ‘entitlement .’
The hasty near-bumping into, later found times again, hovering near with intense stare or protective, courteous stare.
And that never-wavering smile on the dance floor…
Then a flinch – as if I wouodn’t care.”
“I don’t want to just be this, again.”
He gave love to friends in need – by interrupted calls and right in right of her – while starving and cutting her off (the one person standing up for and who gave to him) as if to make her feel how much he was suffering for still staying attached to her.
It seemed that he was trying to maneuver her into breaking off from their relationship, but because she could see behind the scenes and the larger picture, she refused to give up on him – no matter how he treated her.
(Past ex-experiences)
The lure of promise
Delayed satisfaction
Withheld avoidance
Rejection’s retraction
“Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”
No, it doesn’t.
It makes the heart need to cut off and cauterize its open wounds.
She’d wanted someone who she
Could share daily affection with
He had drawn her out by lies
Then quartered interactions
(One past attempt at “dating”)
Because you don’t know what’s possible when a woman of faith and passion is finally given safety’s mutual exchange.
He’d made a mistake in keeping her guessing.
Whatever original intentions, his anonymity was allowing others to infiltrate and attempt to manipulate.
This had caused her to attach to one possibly incorrectly – and then, later to another, causing internal dichotomy.
Due to her adherence to faith and loyalty in love, this put her now on the edge of duplicity.
How had she been man-euvered into this position?
Inside, she screamed at the pain as she felt torn apart from within.
Why?
Why was she put into this position?
She struggled to rip her heart out of these embedments so that she could feel honest and free again.
What she wished most was to live honestly, to give purely, and to not contribute to deception’s sins.
Especially when it came to the heart that she had most wished to champion.
So she withdrew again, less able to trust than before – which compressed passions.
In the dream, her ex-husband sauntered into a kitchen where she was rumaging for snacks after having just seen that she was at last spending quality, playful exploration time together with her guy.
Her ex said that there was a region steeped in ancient tradition on the other side of the world where he could obtain a type of rare martial arts swords that could be used – and at first she thought that he was planning to move there for his own further training.
But, no…
What he meant was that the depths of his feelings of envious protectionism compelled him to express what he could do with them to go after the guy she was seeing – said in playful jest, but growly, heartfelt meaning.
“You see,” her ex-husband explained for once clearly, “I am finally mad at myself for not being able to be with you, anymore.”
She stopped in her tracks and pulled up straight – alert, wary, and very unprepared to hear such words come out of his mouth and giving him a crinkled brow look of extreme confusion, saying “What the – ?!”
And for the first time in far too long, she could see him – truly at last see him – with his clarity of mind, heart, and soul restored – shining right there, openly in his eyes, again.
As tears shimmered and a bit of shy, open love poured out at last from him for her, he reached out to straigthen her shirt collar in a tenuous display of affection and said, “Now…go get your man.”
And she reached for him with a muffled cry, letting the love for him that she had still felt over so many years pour out into him.
They hugged for a long moment, and then laughed tearfully together as he shrugged ruefully in acceptance at his life’s past and current predicaments.
Taking his face gently between her hands, she gently kissed his lips, forehead, cheeks, and then back to his his lips to share in their moment of brief reuniting how happy she was that he felt and was whole inside, again.
Then she pulled away with nervous haste – and he laughed gratefully with more than just warmth in his eyes at acknowledgement that they both knew that her reason was to avoid rekindling their flame’s sparks, again.
With heart ache and sincerest appreciation, she realized that she was now set free to fly and soar among Heaven’s higher realms with her guy on the wings of love, again.
“So this is where trust feels misled and has been broken.
I am not saying that it can’t be mended.
Just that, I can’t fix this one on my own.”
“Not in this case…not when fidelity was implicitly promised.”
“You and me, only – or a type of polygamy?
“Maybe that person was worried that they would lose you, and maybe the other’s concern was because now there were mixed messages – and you…
You just trusted and believed in me purely, thinking that I would be able to see through all of it to the more important core truths.
But, I am human, too…
My heart is very fragile when so open – and I need clear reassurances when exposed to mixed signals”
(Title of multiple meanings)
“If you’ve got your hands on someone’s waist to help appease their possesively jealous insecurity, this means…”