Experiencing Love

Before getting into bed, removing her from the danger of living she had crossed love and its hell.

"What happened?" she cried out loud.

But life made her shiver...like the cold of the winter. She's now always constant and distant. Her small hands near her pathetic face, with an expression of exhaustion.

"I don't want anything ever to happen to you" he said.

She can't prevent the feeling of sadness. She remained in his arms. The afternoon passed by and she remained untouched. She remained in bed with the sound of the rain by her window amusing her tranquil monotony. In the house everything struck a tragicomic note. She's being intensively submitted to the challenge of love. And it's not her capacity of loving, but her capacity of not being loved that had exploded. Without any word for the moment in her heart, her compassion had spent itself, she had blessed the day, the night and the day that follows....with a prayer.

Humiliated, she knew that the blind man had preferred a poorer love. And, trembling, she also knew why. But she loved the blind man.

Her expressionless led to a newer feeling. Of not belonging there. Of horror. All around there was a silent..insistent life that she no longer proclaimed. The life that she no longer desired.

Being sad was easier. She possessed the missing butterflies, the cold, the ego that brakes and nothing else mattered. Later, when he left her...she laughed. Between her tiny hands...looking at the mirror, she experienced love.

"it's nothing" she said

She blew out that day's tiny flame and it was too late.