"Cold men destroy women" my mother used to say to me. "They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life, and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes - you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk. They lock you out of the greenhouse and you are as tiny as a figure in a architects drawing. A faceless splotch. a blur of stick limbs abandoned in some voluminous desert of stone."
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Yet another to Andrew, whatta shocker.
RomanceJust short explosions of feelings throughout time, hopefully soon, they will stop and this will be marked as completed.
