Children and their relationships are stupid. The girls arms wrapped around perhaps her boyfriend, with a mind classified on the tier of animal. She whined, the strangely repulsive whine of one who is spoiled and needs discipline. She nestled her fur jacket, she looked triumphantly into her accomplice, another one bagged.
Disgusting, the simple tricks of whorish delight they continued, the girl obviously preparing herself up to an ultimate let down. Where was her savior in shining armor? She read the books, wore the make-up, saw the magazines and every day hoped beyond that saddened reality that it wasn’t true, it wasn’t false.
He knew though, what was another broad knocking up his alley, he liked the envious stare she gave, the scent of her perfume, the nestling of their bodies and perhaps the chance of a lay. Money and sex, the two essentials for life, no simple joys in anything but rather they were fetid beasts together, alone in the world he made her feel, manipulating her thoughts and emotions, how stupidly she followed. “No, I think your friend is wrong about me, aren’t I right honey?”, a line used too many times.
What was this?
A rest.
A rest from all the lies of the world, the simple romances, the hot steamy break ups, this was a rest. No longer were they beautiful but instead defaced, no longer was the love dramatized, instead it blew a mellow passion, a mutual agreement of anti-loneliness.
Nauseously, the couture he dressed and fashioned himself after the stars, but my sweet rest, you cannot be ready yet. There he stood, money, flat bug eyes, and low voice as he habitually rubbed his hand upon her thigh.
What was love these days, love was two lives intertwined and hoped for, not truly consummated. This forcing of genders, the acceptable behavior of being with another, heartbreaking the lies they gave one another. But perhaps this was love, his bug eyed stupidity, her empty head. This was love, rest for both of them.
Nothing more could they achieve.
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Submission Name: Childhood Love
