7/26/2019 Kokology Activity
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There is never a time or place for true love. It happens
accidentally, in a
heartbeat, in a single ashing, throbbing moment. Love isnt
something staged,
perfectly scripted, dramatic. Love is not something that would
lead someone into
madness. Rather it was the safety net that catches you as you
fall. But loving
him was not lie that.
Loving him was driving down a straight dead!end street, no
stops, no turns, "ust
recless speeds. Loving him was the curse I spewed as the sun
rose outside my
window, waiting for my ringtone to play. Loving him was bombs
going o# in my
stomach, while warning signs went o# in my head. Loving him was
the most
e$%uisite form of self!destruction.
&y friends would nudge me once, twice or maybe a hundred
times. They would
scream until my eardrums popped and bled. They would try to slap
me in the
face to wae me up from the spell he had on me. But, nope. I did
not listen. I was
too enamored by the brown hue of his eyes, the softness of his
blac hair, the
smell of his sin, the husiness of his voice as he mouthed my
name' by his very
being.
Bac in the day, staring contests and playing cards were uso.I
once played a
staring contest with him. It was not that hard playing with him.
I could easily loo
in the depths of his eyes for so long. I could see his pupils
and irises contract and
dilate with the changing light. (is dar lashes, that I was
always envious of, were
so long and naturally curled up. The edges of his eyes were
stating to redden
and water with tears left unshed. Those times might have been
"ust a game to
him and them, but in that brief moment I melted. In thirty
seconds I won. I won.
But the tears that I tried so hard to eep in were streaing down
my chees from
the strain of looing at him.
Loving you was spontaneous, e$plosive but brief. Loving you made
me %uestion
my own principles on love. Loving you was lie driving down a
straight dead!end
street, no stops, no turns, "ust recless speeds. )nd now I
wondered if loving you
was even love at all.
