| the forgotten point: to feel. 19may2002. her stomach flipped with butterflies as she pulled into the dark uneven lot of the club. she took a deep breath, turning her lights off and double checking the locks on the doors. as she walked her breath quivered a bit, her pants smoothed out and she fixed her sleeves. she hesitated around the corner, her hands over her flighty stomach, and stepped forward with a jarring sense. she gave everything a strange glance. she crowd in front, the people inside. her hand still remained over her waist and she forced out a smile. he made her feel this way when he was here. he made her feel this way when he was gone. mistaken affection always lingers forth. things were different now, though they had not changed at all. the atmosphere has heavy with a lack of hope, with the weight of disappointment. he had somehow slipped into her thoughts without warning, and his absence created shock. who was he anyway? what had he brought her but a few enjoyable kisses and laughs? everything she had most enjoyed became the first to be defied and renounced when he opened his mouth. when he wrote her off. she wasn�t in love with him, so the shocking part was reaction. why react? needless, but honest reaction. what had he been? what had he become? and what was the point? |