"Two wrongs yet a twisted right."
-Anonymous
Francesca River de Luca
Being coy is realistic.
People duck, fudge and jump over the word 'love' like an equestrian showjumping in the Olympics.
Confessing your feelings is so scary.
We're scared of being judged, ridiculed, rejected.
After all, rejection is no one's strongest suit.
So it's easier to avoid it all together. To pretend that it's all smooth.
When it's just the surface.
It takes insane courage and embarrassing bravery to go after something as thrilling as love all guns blazing.
Am I insane enough to venture out or am I a coward to choose to swim in the lake of what ifs for the rest of my desolate existence?
I don't know.
Sometimes we just don't know until it's time.
Or maybe too late.
Time is relative.
So is bravery.
All these thoughts fill me up, freezing my blood in my veins.
I am so scared. So very scared of all this newness.
Above all I am scared of loosing myself in this hurricane.
It's so easy to just give into it when it pulls like gravity.
The free fall seems the best way, the safest choice.
But is it?
The man I hold in my arms, despite all the things he is special and human to me I cannot overlook the blood decorating his hands like henna, in intriguing patterns.
I don't want to give a validation to it.
I don't want to give it a reason.
It's wrong as simple as that.
"Francesca." His deep voice allures me.
"Hmm." I hum a response, my throat closing up.
"I love you." He confesses to the blooming dawn.
I turn to look at him in awe, this is the first time he has put words into the emotions and thoughts he let hang in the air.
Awe that it was so easy to just say it, not a flick of fear passed on his face neither his eyes stuttered.
Rather he looked at peace.
I reach out a hand to check the reality of the situation.
Am I dreaming?
The warmth of his skin against mine negates the notion.
"Why?"
Why he loves me of all the people?
Why he wants me?
Why am I special?
"I don't know. I never cared for the reason. I love you and that's my biggest truth. I cannot help it, I couldn't back then and I simply don't want to now."
He dips down to touch my soul with his lips. The kiss is serene, peaceful, even empowering.
We are lost. Lost like the sailors enticed by the sea nymphs, like the tears in rain.
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Romance"You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting" - Peter Pan Francesca finds herself under a wedlock she can't seem to escape t...
