He wrapped me in safety. Love was further from me whilst I remained entangled in his grasp, the certainty of his touch keeping me distant. In the hours I was with him I was ecstatic, only when I left was I rational. It was new. Numbed by the stilling nervousness that pulsed through my limbs, ripples from the swelling movement of my heart, I was confused. If this were love, how could I risk leaving? I wanted love so much. How could I risk letting it slip? Looking back on who I was, lying beside this stranger I felt I knew... I can see it was alright. What I felt was new, not love.
Hanni Lane
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