blood_red_sharpie_the_truth once again The truth is that I love you just doesn't mean what it did once upon a time. I love you will not resolve your problems anymore than a pint of Ben & Jerry's Half Baked. The Apricot Rapture color of her hair looked brown when it was wet. It dripped sudsy water onto the fiberglass floor of the shower. Hanging around her head, presenting an air of defeat to the world that could not see her. His shirt was crumpled, smelling of sweat and him, lying in a mesh basket some hundred miles away. It lay there comfortably, somehow proud in its dishevled state. And she has been accepting that no one, not even themselves will ever know what they are. She has been enjoying it. She has reveled in the ambiguity of his embrace and let her self go in the wild passion of his kiss. He has accepted that this is what they are. He has grown acustomed to her love. He has been relishing the promise of a next time. He has been basking in the heat that she gives off, aching to feel her burning against him. And yet it seems they always end up here. She is desprate for his touch, but he is gone. She knows, whatever he says, that he will be back, but she wonders if she should accept that. How long can she live in the shadow of her love for him? The truth is that somedays even the love of your life, must take a backseat to your pride. The truth is you cannot buy passion on an installment plan and hope that her love will one day become your saving grace. You cannot play hide and seek with one you are not sure will find you. No one will save your soul, if you don't have a soul worth saving. 040920 what's it to you? who go blather from