Lacey

" I'm worried, we're getting too close, too quickly". These were the lines that you utterred a while ago. I was looking at your seraphic lips as they open, letting those words to come, one by one. My mind went blank as my tounge cooperated to ossify. I was lying in your sinewy arms, fondling your hairs that are almost sticking unto your scalp. " I need to release you, someday. I don't wan't to hurt you. You would be hurt more, if we'll stay together longer. "


I started to loosen my grip from your hug. " I will be hurt with the same degree, regardless of the time when you wish to end this." There! I found the words as I was staring blankly at the walls. I drifted back to your arms, as you kissed my lips sweetly, sending your message of certitude that I will be alright.


" I will surely miss you, if we stop this". I no longer know if you need my wisecrack on that. I wanted to say, " I will surely miss you more" but I chose to hold it. I need to hide my weakness from you. You do not need to know how vulnerable I am that you could break me into pieces, at any time you want.


I was not expecting things to turn out this way. This is a game where we could be both declared as winners or losers. I have to be ready for the equivocal expiration that may happen. Let's take it slow, I'm begging you. . . . .Let me keep distance from you.