I should be attempting to write something here.
A fantastical story, a wonderful rhyme, a tale of tails even.
I was told by an ex-lover to write a book on all of my ex-lovers, seeing as they were and still are very interesting people and the things we encountered together were all very strange and interesting.
Honestly, it's an awkward topic to just write about. Especially with someone that makes me forget even the one person who never left my thoughts, even years later. It was almost instantaneous, a thick white light pulsing into each of my arms and into my heart, melting, seeping into the rest of my body. I turned just to see him, smiling, lighting his cigarette with wide eyes and purely having the time of his life.
For nights, I was not haunted by the words or the expression given to me upon reminding me that I am no one. A lover from the time of year where snow and ice freeze over everything alive, is definitely not a lover that would be kind in leaving you. And would not be kind when you still find yourself conflicted at the thought of them. Therefore, he was not very kind when he told me to never come back.
But after that first kiss.
It was cured.
I could sleep, and smile and enjoy things. I found myself forgetting all the times in my life where I'd felt betrayed or unloved. Because finally, someone had found me and appreciated me more than anyone really should.
Yes, writing a book about all my past lovers would be awkward. None the less, plenty of those stories have been written and they all play out the same way.
Mr.,
Mrs.,
Someone "Right",
comes along and they live happily ever after.
And what kind of person am I to write a story that conventional?
