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A little less than a happy high
A step into the void is a faithful act
We met by accident. Twice.

Serendipity seemed to stalk us. If we looked closely, we could see her, fae with breath of wine and play. Our first embrace drew its life from our youth and our passion and our disregard and our cruelty. There were others who were played Gods with us, but that pain, that necessity to submit to limitations placed only fed our hunger. Our worlds collided as we broke faith, and in that moment, everything was beautiful and sad and lost.

We continued to meet, then, sometimes often, sometimes seldom, but always on May eve. May eve became an affirmation of the life within us, a ritual we began inadvertently that continued in spite of time and obligation and distance. It continued until she tired of the fae's magic and decided upon something safe. Something comprehensible. Something literal.

I was undone.
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komos From: komos Date: April 9th, 2004 08:44 am (UTC) (Link)

Thanks for saying..

It's certainly not something I would wish on anyone. I got over it, but it took a while.

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komos From: komos Date: April 9th, 2004 10:35 am (UTC) (Link)

True Romance?

Well, it was. Very much so. When it ended, it hurt more than anything I can (willingly) remember. It's a tradeoff, though. Yeah, I hurt, but it was partly because I tied so much of myself in it, and, more importantly, when things were good, they were very, very good. The truth is, being undone had less to do with the end itself than with the whole of the affair. Intimacy and vulnerability are hopelessly tied together. Sometimes, it just pays to let go.
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