Three winters, two springs, two falls, and two summers, is what he has to wait until her arrival; this last coming changed everything that he felt, once:
The Lover always has been a dreamer, a person with optimistic expectations about his destiny whether in love or success. Despite his ambition for improving himself every day more than the others, (which ones were not that good) he used to pause his path when his stereotype of beautifulness was knocking on the door of his heart. Maybe, it was his state of the art or merely another try for surviving that desert he felt he was going through in loneliness.
This story started years ago when he was just a “post-pub lad” pimped out with the brightness of youth and colored with the red of vigor. Wished by many women, loved by some broken-hearted former candidates, and played by one, the one that “messed him up”. First, he started by discovering everything about her, what she liked, what she did, who she was, and how to conquer her; oh yes! He did it, and he felt happiness (briefly). A whole year dreaming about her, watching her pics on social media, and talking to her until the sun gifted its light.
The Lover gave up on everything and everyone because she provided him with hope and hundreds of nights with intense sex and all sort of utterances that excite a passionate young man. He played with her hair after sex, touch her skin with the tips of his fingers, listened to her heartbeat, and kept the drill of sweating and sometimes groaning but with some pleasure involved. He was deeply in love with her but she was tied to the past and constantly thinking about the love of her life. She failed several times calling him by her prior bedmate’s name. She never considered him an option to fall in love with, while for him she was everything.
The fights took place in the same small place where they used to lose their breath because of satisfaction while panting, riding, hitting, biting, licking, slapping, kissing, touching, grabbing, and staring at each other. Horrible fights! She cheated on him and he did it too, she disappeared several times but he always waits hopefully for her return. One day she left overseas and one year later she returned and he still was expecting her. Another day, she departed and he made her return successful, but this time she did not come alone, something was with her, in her.
She silently laid him and told him lies, those he always believed; he just felt the same bloody happiness that trapped him into that web of a poisonous roller coaster that got him sick and chained. This time, when the fire ceases and the wind took the ashes away he was feeling sick (literally), and he did not even know why. She kept the consequences of her promiscuity hidden and he, now, got to pay the coast.
7:43 AM, she woke him up and they had sex, he felt something that bothers him, and when the round lasted he realized which was the cause. They talked and he took her to the hospital, once there she was checked by the doctor who determined what was happening. The new disconcerted him and disappointed him so much; he felt embarrassed, played, taken for a fool, shitted, and with the taste of wrath in his mouth.
He meditated quietly and calmed, he did not say a word to anybody. He kept everything, but he thought and put the pieces together to form perfectly the figure of that fucking puzzle 🧩 that he always ignored. He felt lonely no more, in love, stupid no more. Now, he was mentally and physically sick, carrying a disease he did not search for and feeling the need of cutting her breath off until the eternity ends. Now, The Lover became a Hater with a Psychotic mind and drugged by the pill of vengeance.
She broke the jar 🏺 and he looked into it finding a horrible secret that made him backwardly count his days full of negative thoughts and with a poisoned heart. That was the curse of the gods for such great love toward a nymph that never worthed a penny. A blind man with beautiful feelings played as a foolish lover.
Dan.-