an experiment, in writing.

It began how it ended... randomly, without explanation. One day he just showed up to see her. While she was wearing her ratty green bathrobe over her tee shirt and jeans. Then came subsequent weeks of steamed milk with nutmeg, of folk music and of poetry. Walt Whitman and Robert Frost, mainly. And the other part of herself, the part that had for so long laid dormant, began to emerge. Quietly at first, with reticence—then vociferously and uninhibited.

More than romance (which was largely absent) there was an image. An image of what life could be like. With someone else... other than him... other than the one who had come before him. Because in the end, he just wanted to mold her too. Just like the one who had come before.  

So it ended one day. Randomly. Quietly. And then she was free to find the one who wanted all of her just as she was. Unmolded and honest.

an experiment, in writing.

when she heard the first bars of the song
she felt the familiar regretful pang...
the pavlovian response she had become accustomed to.

but this time, it was different.
the pang became a flutter.

butterflies...

because of him.

because when he looked at her and took her hand, she was home.

past irrelevant, for glorious present and future stood next to her
holding her hand.

an experiment, in writing.

[author's note: since lately i have been yearning to express a bit more creativity, i may, from time to time, try a bit of creative writing. and yeah, i will most likely not be using initial caps. i forgot how liberating it is to write in all lowercase. and i may just play with punctuation, syntax and grammar. you have been warned.]

she stared at the screen. so intently that her eyes lost focus.
this is really the end. she thought.

her head ached with the growing pressure of conviction.

the words were simple, yet emphatic.

final.

written in the colloquial form of their typical interaction.

the evening had already been laden with the heaviness of emotional instability and uncertainty. it needs to end. her consciousness pled. NOW.

hesitation.

and then...

action.

she pressed the button. and it was over.