A Series of Observations

Category: Letters to a Dying Flame

  • Muscle Memory

    I’ve been with other men since you, or at least I tried. It’s as if on the day that I left, my heart remained on that train platform. Not even left safely in your care, but torn out of my chest and simply abandoned. I had no need for it then, but eventually all things…

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  • The Seven Deadly Players: Respect

    The farthest I ever got was when I played by the rules. Stayed right behind your boundaries. Made sure you knew I was always there, ready. But of course, only when you wanted me. The farthest I ever got was when I did as I was asked. How impressive you thought it was when I…

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  • The Seven Deadly Players: Empathy

    I understand, I really do. I know exactly how that made you feel; it was intentional. But then again, what if you were in my shoes? It really is a lot of work, dealing with all your moods. I think more work than I bargained for, I’m sorry. I understand, I really do. I know…

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  • The Seven Deadly Players: Humor

    You really should learn to take a joke, sweetie. Maybe think of someone other than yourself for a little while. If you had listened closely, you would have clearly seen how funny it was. I didn’t mean anything by it, about what I said about that accomplishment of yours, whatever it was. We have shared…

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  • The Seven Deadly Players: Charisma

    Isn’t it great to be with me? I make you laugh, and my words are clever, the writers call this banter. It’s my quick mind that operates it all, and I am always studying. I mean just look at me, have I inspired your devotion yet? I capture your attention, and everyone else’s. It feels…

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  • The Seven Deadly Players: Honesty & Trust

    What do you mean, babe? I told you the truth, I swear. I told you all sorts of truths that danced so skillfully around what you really asked. It must have been enough. I can see in your eyes that you believe me. After all, I didn’t lie, not completely. Just enough of what you…

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  • The Seven Deadly Players: Chivalry

    Let me hold the door for you, after all it’s the least I can do. Your coat my dear, let me; you mustn’t do a thing. Let me take care of you and resent you for it later, I want you to sit and relax for now. Of course I pay attention, I have all…

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  • The Seven Deadly Players: Passion

    You’ll mistake me often for love. Each night it will be, with the right words and my skillful touch. Each morning you won’t think to question it. What blissful agony it is, to experience something so profound so quickly. It was never like this with other people. You’ll be so addicted to this synthetic version…

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  • Setting for Two

    Someday, I will make a pot of tea and I will get to make enough for two. They will sit with me, and we will read, or write, or speak endlessly, as we always do. Someday every moment will be made for two. Dinners will have two wine glasses, dessert shared. They will sit with…

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  • When the Waiting Finally Stops

    There comes a time when the waiting finally stops. No more looking behind at ghosts and ahead for illusions. You sit and realize that this is it; they are not here. They won’t be. The only one that stays is you. Moving on becomes another item on your to-do list, and suddenly you take the…

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