Not Love

There's a moment, in the midst of the enjoyment of your new life, when you should never have. And before smiles break through and squinted eyes widen, you let out a cry. And as you look back in the corner of your mind, quietly contemplating on the possibilites, checking to see if your mind is deceiving or if your company doesn't refuse, but are hardly capable to understand, because you won't let them, you look down at the ground. And as you you get stripped off your present into you own thoughtful void of the past, for just a moment, you realize, remember, relive, that maybe after having gone through all that, after having loving and learning, the insignificance of it all just left a fading print on the sand. You wonder why there are smiles of enjoyment in that other end of the table. You ask yourself if it meant anything but deceit and regret. Then with one word, "okay" you smile, and think to yourself that that was all you needed to hear. Because he was in awe. . . hardly in love. . .

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