She flees from me, not because she is afraid but because she wants to torment me. There is no love, no respect between us. She wants me to adore her, to devote more of myself than just the few minutes before bed, the passing thoughts during the way. I have yet to give in to her demands. Until I do, we will always play this game of chase, and I will always lose. I know this, and yet I am hesitant. What is it that I think I'm holding on to? Pride? Freedom?
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