“I desire to be in love like a fool once more.”
Words such as those, bring forth feelings of foolishness. Nothing more ridiculous, yet desirous by means of defying all odds; To be in love. Hearts race, sensations of frivolity, with erogenous unadulterated relations. Drowning in dopamine stealing away common sense to rash decisions.
Smiling at reminisces of smiles and soft impassioned lips as hands converge. Pining for the very thing that is lost, commands pleas of stipulations as designation of someone’s very existence once more. To be adored and treasured once again. Though the request is too great.
“Have I surpassed the excessive allotment of love one is to have in a life time? And now, now must life be void of all affection?”
Positioned on the floor, as fundamental nature descends when tears create a river. Obsession over the addiction has seized sanity. Begging for peace, serenity if you will for desire to be sanctified with tenderness from another who loves unconditionally.
“That loves me!”
Recalling times with ill-fated lovers, souls unrest is its own. Love subsisted in perfection. Endured steadfast and worshiped as if one was crafted for the other.
“So what if fate’s tested? Fate acts like a spoiled child with a rotting spirit! Fate is nothing therefore I am nothing!”