\u201cYour demeanour has become a little softer, after.\u201d, she said. \u201cShe must be out of her mind.\u201d, I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I\u2019m thinking about the distant future sitting on the floor in the balcony, I notice the cigarette I\u2019m smoking is a bit crumbled. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m drawn to think it has been happening a lot lately. I hold my cigarettes with extra force, as if I\u2019m trying to squeeze the relief out of them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Can it be true? I continue pondering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I pick and leave things around the house scattered. I rarely talk to people, and if I do, I speak with great lamity. Even though I wake up early every day, I try to delay my meals. I take baths much later in the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tap my cigarette with my thumb from the inside to ash it, as if I\u2019m moving away from the last paragraph to this one. It wasn\u2019t like this before. I was always discourteous, no matter what the situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s different. She makes the jovial little child come out of my hard, insolent shell. This is the love I\u2019ve never experienced. The love where I can be that kid again, precisely because that kid never knew what love was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I never felt this with anyone. The urge to let go of my walls slightly, not completely. Even though I\u2019m inept of letting go, she makes me want to try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I failed in a lot of relationships in my past life. Thinking about those, as I tap my cigarette, I\u2019m reminded of a verse in the Bible that I read lately. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
1 Corinthians 13:8<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLove never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love never fails. And If it failed, it was never love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I finally put the cigarette out, I murmur, \u201cMy love will not fail.\u201d I\u2019ll always love her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Always.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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