All things must end.. but..I don’t have to like it
It seems odd that she’s alone now. She had been with him for so many years. Celina loved to go out and drink Guinness and hear music with him. Her favorite thing was watching him sway side to side to the beat and now and again he would bump her thigh. You see “Luc” wasn’t a toucher. She wasn’t either but for some reason she loved touching him. The middle of his back, thigh, hands, hair….everything about him really.
Touching is such an intimate thing. It doesn’t need to be sensual. It can just mean, “hey, I am here for you?”
We see it as such a normal thing with a kiss in the morning and “I Love You” it’s as if it’s a routine that rolls off your lips. But do we really mean it. Some people don’t. It’s just a way of making them feel better about themselves if an accident happens to someone they love. In my family we MEAN it.
Ending things is rough. Why must we end things and have it be the norm? Its seen as a taboo if you’re not married or have kids in your forties. Maybe by the time you met the right one, they married early and never even heard of you. Maybe you never met anyone who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Maybe you’re a person of color and no one wants to settle down with you because of that factor.
She made the choice. She’s trying to accept things and move on.
But love is love.
How can you shut all that down overnight? You can’t.
You still want it.
Not like it was, because it was toxic. But you want it.
All things must end….but do they
have to?
Or can they go on in a different fashion?
That’s the question… with no answers.
theotherblackwoman 