A man who trims himself to suit everybody will soon whittle himself away. Raymond Hull She downed what was left of her drink and stood to go out and catch some air, it was early spring, and she could feel the chill of the night getting deeper into her bones. She was replaying scenarios in […]
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A man who trims himself to suit everybody will soon whittle himself away.
Raymond Hull
She downed what was left of her drink and stood to go out and catch some air, it was early spring, and she could feel the chill of the night getting deeper into her bones. She was replaying scenarios in her head, of what went wrong, she was looking for the first signs of trouble, trying not to remember the good things, the happy moments.
At last, after sitting by the fence for about an hour, looking up and gazing around, she has had her epiphany. She didn’t change, nor did He, they were both the same as ever; only difference was now she got to know Him better.
He wasn’t hard to read or anything, and she would never feel deceived or played, she just didn’t care to look into His personality, she was dazzled in the well-tailored suits, with cyan ties and sky blue shirts, topped with glamor and charm, she wasn’t intrigued enough to replay those moments of his judgmental, ill-tempered, and narrow mind.
Had she realized this sooner, she would have fled, this wasn’t the place for her, things weren’t working out the way she wanted them to, and it was suffocating her.
One thing she was assertive of was that she couldn’t stay any longer, even if the future was blurry or not so bright, she didn’t want a polished image while she rut inside, she wanted to be free, to break her restraints, to go back to her ideals and values, to kick off her heels and ready-made sentences, all formalities and fake smiles, she wanted to run away, to that little prairie beside the chestnut tree, where she could lie on the grass and look at her skin glow in the rays of sun.
There, she wanted to lay.
She didn’t want to be found.
She wanted everyone to know she was well.
She was smiling
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