In The Wet Of The Grass
I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
We pressed our bodies into the wet morning grass. We had spent the night walking around the neighborhood talking about nothing in particular, but now we had fallen in tune with the quiet of the rising sun.
"I adore you," I said, breaking the silence. "You know that, right?"
"I know a lot of things," she said with a silly smugness. "I even know the velocity of an unladen swallow. African AND European."
"That's not what I meant."
She let out a sigh that for all intents and purposes was meant to convey the fact that she knew exactly what I was talking about but didn't really want to address the topic.
"It wasn't meant to be," she told me in order to give a proper reply to the matter. "Our threads don't... tie together. They just intertwine. They mingle and fray at the ends as they reach out for new threads to tangle with. That's all. No knots."
I let out a sigh of my own. I couldn't argue with her about it or about anything it seemed. She just kind of knew how the world worked.
And I had to respect that.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (5 so far!)
Average reader rating 4.67/5
That is one awesome metaphor!
- #2183 Posted 6 years ago
I love it.
- #2188 Posted 6 years ago
- 5 out of 5
As someone who has had a similar conversation, I absoluely adoooooore how you captured this nuanced conversation. The evasion, resignation, and subtle nonchalance of the girl's explanation. Agh!
- #2206 Posted 6 years ago
- 5 out of 5
I love her, but she turned me into a newt.
- #2211 Posted 6 years ago
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Who is this who is apparently so wise in the ways of the world? I do love the metaphor she conjures, though. It's beautiful imagery and very true to the nature of how so many relationships work. It's interesting that he's self-aware enough to recognize the wisdom of her words, as well. I'd love to know more about this couple.