Eccedentesiast
(n.) Someone who hides pain behind a smile
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I played with the water pooling at my feet, watching as it twirled and spun. The air glistened and the water made a faint whooshing sound. I laid back listening to the soft chirp of the bird and the soft patter of feet running in my direction, it was much too fast for human speed and two fewer feet of a werewolf. I watched silently as Edward stalked a mountain lion, too focused on his prey to notice me. Spots of blood stained his pristine white shirt that flowed against his torso. He hid in the shadows, a predator stalking his prey, for the exact right moment. The lion bowed his head, lapping up the water gently to dampen its parched throat, at this moment, Edward lept towards it, wrapping his mouth around his neck, quickly snapping the ferocious beast's head. He drank hungrily, satiating his thirst as I watched quietly from my spot. He unlatched from the neck, dropping the body in the stream, he still had yet to notice me. He walked to the stream and pooled some water in his pale hands, splashing it on his arms and face, clearing the skin of any excess blood. The water in front of him, turned a murky red, dampening the glistening water. I silently stood up from my spot, purposely stepping on a twig set in front of me, making Edward snap his neck towards the sound.
We watched each other for a moment, the world around us stilling, the birds stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing, the distant car horns from New York stopped honking, even the stream stopped moving. I turned around just as quickly as I got there, but Edward reached his hand to stop me.
"Please" he begged me to stay, I rolled my eyes but plopped down in a sitting position looking expectedly up for him to do the same. He complied easily reaching for my hand but I recoiled back,
"I don't like to be touched" I explained, he nodded. I could feel his emotions radiating from his body, orange hues of curiosity, a blue hint of sadness, and a big blob of red love. I sighed, I had to set this straight, I could not allow another crush to chip away a piece of my soul.
"Love is a force of nature. However much we may want to, we can not command, demand, or take away love, any more than we can command the moon and the stars and the wind and the rain to come and go according to our whims. We may have some limited ability to change the weather, but we do so at the risk of upsetting an ecological balance we don't fully understand. Similarly, we can stage a seduction or mount a courtship, but the result is more likely to be infatuation, or two illusions dancing together, than love. Love is bigger than you are. You can invite love, but you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itself. You can choose to surrender to love or not, but in the end, love strikes like lightning: unpredictable and irrefutable. You can even find yourself loving people you don't like at all. Love does not come with conditions, stipulations, addenda, or codes. Like the sun, love radiates independently of our fears and desires.
Love is inherently free. It cannot be bought, sold, or traded. You cannot make someone love you, nor can you prevent it — not for any amount of money. Love cannot be imprisoned, nor can it be legislated. Love is not a substance, not a commodity, not even a marketable power source. Love has no territory, no borders, no quantifiable mass or energy output.
One can buy partners and even partners. Marriage is a matter of the law, for rules and courts, and property rights. In the past, the marriage price, or dowry, and in the present, alimony and the prenuptial agreement, make it clear that marriage is all about contracts. But as we all know, marriages, whether arranged or not, may have little to do with love. One can buy loyalty, companionship, , and perhaps even compassion, but love itself cannot be bought. It comes, or not, by grace, of its own will and in its timing, subject to no human's planning.
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Behind The Walls
Romance~*Life is miserable and sad because we exist in space & time. As animals, we have to keep on the move to find sustenance, but as highly conscious animals that means we always miss what we had, idealize what we could have had, and hope for what we co...
