I do not see affection, rather i smell the stench of a poorly organized affair.
In my time, I have not been one to love, I have been a confidant and a problem solver for my peers. In romantic relationships, I run from them like the plague but pursue love-lost ideals like an addict. I am an addict of all sorts.
My latest object of affection is a relationship I have with another person that has me waking up each morning questioning, questioning, questioning. I do look into her deepest brown eyes and listen to every word that escapes her lips, to my ears they follow and in a rhythm, those words said trickle down to my heart and I cringe. Am I such an incompetent fool? Or does this have the potential to actually be, that something that is so... real? Could just be my over active imagination. But know, when I see you with the "other" my fixation on justifying my intuitions grow stronger and stronger each time. Because if you lied to me once, you will lie to me again. Vice versa.
I see it as, harboring a lie so immense, the body goes in a silent shock each night. I will lie awake and listen to the murmuring infatuation of attraction between two lustful parts. Then when I stand up right and get reassured nothing is present, then, am I most convinced you are not what we are portrayed to be.
but then again, i could just be making this all up.
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