R.M. Dolin, January 21, 2024
Everything’s terminal, fleeting at an accelerated rate of evaporation. The best we can do is make it through unscathed but in reality, we’re all damaged goods doing our best to not wilt and dither in high desert heat. My kisses once stole your breath, leaving you gasping for air. My touch once burned you with a melody of magic and madness. We made love to the music of a rain forest at dawn, soft sweat dripping around your supple contours with a passion driven to desire's ultimate destination in a way that could only be quenched when our two souls embraced in suffocating silence. I can’t pretend to know the depths of your damage but watch the way you enter every room with an eye on leaving. There's no way for me to understand why you fear things you feel you don’t deserve even though my bond’s eternal. I can't stand in judgement any more than I can love an always leaving girl, that’s the damage in my diagnosis.
Kyle rationalizes Nadia’s always leaving while admitting a consequence is his heart hardening its feelings.
