Stretching

Stretching, making something longer, thinner, less durable than it originally was. Changing its form to something that usually can not be changed back that easy. So I guess this is the last phase. That moment you realize another guy is occupying your thoughts and suddenly what you had got used to feeling, that empty loneliness that was left, it suddenly vanishes. Little by little the colours come back into the world, making everything brighter again. You cant help but notice how your lips are slightly inclines upwards much more often and you smile every time you hear the sound of  new message on your phone. Secretly hoping it is him, texting  you from the States, missing you as much as you are missing him in only 10 days. 10 days and my mind is spinning. He is playing it perfectly and yet I truly whole heartedly hope its not a game. He entices me with his words, moves me with his compassion and understanding, thrills me with his fascinatingly smart mind and wins me over with his thoughtfulness. Here is an idea I am not used to, DEPENDING on a guy. Knowing that a guy will pull through, I have never truly been vulnerable to a guy, never entirely. I like being independent, paying my own things and not counting on men because they tend to not pull through - mind you, with that hert melting pupppy face - and suddenly you become the demanding bitch expecting too much and causing uncessary drama. Drama, in male language falls anywhere between out right crazy outburst usually accompanied by alcohol to something as simple as trying to probe into his feelings; encompassing what is better known by the female sex as "intimacy" but I digress.
He is different.
I have faith in him, his timing is always immaculate and makes me smile from ear to ear when I need it the most.

So I guess this means I HAVE reached the final step of a break up, the hardest, scariest and yet the most exciting part of it all.

We've stretched it. To the true meaning of stretching and now its way too brittle. Its changed its shape and it will never go back to what it was. So this time I say we stretch some more, the ultimate stretch, where those fibers that somehow still invisibly bond us set us free. So each person continues on their own path and suddenly, out of thin air the chord simply, undeniably and unchangeably


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