This is beautiful. I loved the imagery and the rhythm of your words. Young love, aching to be seen, acknowledged, validated and to have those feelings returned. Throughout the story I kept hoping that the storyteller would hear the words, "I love you" back. The ending is a bit mysterious and makes me wonder about the future of this couple. Lovely work!
A poetic and emotionally deep elaboration of the psychotic avoidance of love that is so common as to be unnoticeable. For decades I have pondered this perverse unwillingness to love. I wonder what is so awful about loving something someone ANYTHING that these harmless words are regarded as nuclear weapons. Your story asks this question without telling us what to think. Thank you!
This is beautiful. I loved the imagery and the rhythm of your words. Young love, aching to be seen, acknowledged, validated and to have those feelings returned. Throughout the story I kept hoping that the storyteller would hear the words, "I love you" back. The ending is a bit mysterious and makes me wonder about the future of this couple. Lovely work!
That young love....so ideal, and always insatiable....
A poetic and emotionally deep elaboration of the psychotic avoidance of love that is so common as to be unnoticeable. For decades I have pondered this perverse unwillingness to love. I wonder what is so awful about loving something someone ANYTHING that these harmless words are regarded as nuclear weapons. Your story asks this question without telling us what to think. Thank you!
How true is this? Whoever doesn’t recognise the feeling of putting everything on the table and waiting, hoping, then to be left hanging?