Love. Lust. Touch.
She is a single mother. An independent woman.
Loneliness. She wants to remember how does it feel to have someone holding her hands. She wants to have someone to talk to, someone who can measure up to her rather unique mind, someone who will give her the space she desperately needed but will stay within her safe perimeter. Not to close but not too far ao she can always reaching for him.
She isn't in love with him. But loneliness caught her like a sticky spider web, pulling and stretching her to the unknown, strange place.
She wants to have him by her side, she wants to talk all night with him, but she isn't in love with him.
She is waiting for someone else.
Her ex husband found her repulsive for no reason, notwithstanding that he already had find himself a girlfriend. He despised every touch even just a single brush. He stopped holding her hands, hugging her body and brutally refused to kiss her. And yet, he said he doesn't want to get a divorce, because he likes this kind of arrangement, where he can have everything she can possibly provide for him...a house, television with hundreds of channels, very strong and fast internet connection, free rides in every way."I can live in 2 worlds. The world I can get all material things that I want and the world where I can find myself a woman who will serve me as her master".
She was devastated, too afraid to make a move. Not for her own safety but for her sole daughter, mother and sister who live under the same roof. Who knows what he is capable of to hurt their feelings? She just knew too much, too well. All she had left was her believe that The Divine One will never leave her side and there will be time for her to get her free pass.
Now she is back in business as a single mother of one, busying herself climbing the corporate ladder, the world she loves so much. The adrenaline rush, the sound of her fingers tapping on her keyboards, pile of papers on top of her desk, negotiating the drafts and so on.
Then come love. Lust. Touch.
She is in love with someone she met 3 years ago. Not able to let him go. Every time she decided to leave then an invisible string pulled her back and making her stay. She adores him. He is her light, her oxygen, her soulmate. She is in love with the impossible but yet she chooses to stay.
Then came along another guy, someone from her past. She has never met this guy before, but there were some connections here and there. They started to chat, to meet, to share their thoughts and feelings.
She was devastated, too afraid to make a move. Not for her own safety but for her sole daughter, mother and sister who live under the same roof. Who knows what he is capable of to hurt their feelings? She just knew too much, too well. All she had left was her believe that The Divine One will never leave her side and there will be time for her to get her free pass.
Now she is back in business as a single mother of one, busying herself climbing the corporate ladder, the world she loves so much. The adrenaline rush, the sound of her fingers tapping on her keyboards, pile of papers on top of her desk, negotiating the drafts and so on.
Then come love. Lust. Touch.
She is in love with someone she met 3 years ago. Not able to let him go. Every time she decided to leave then an invisible string pulled her back and making her stay. She adores him. He is her light, her oxygen, her soulmate. She is in love with the impossible but yet she chooses to stay.
Then came along another guy, someone from her past. She has never met this guy before, but there were some connections here and there. They started to chat, to meet, to share their thoughts and feelings.
He is in the right age, in the right career position, the right attitude and nothing like other men who have been trying to be closed to her. He said to her,"what do you want from me?" She was speechless. She said,"I need nothing from you. I am not here sitting in front of you for your money". He said,"I know". Then he held her right hand and said,"I just want to have someone to talk to, someone who is able to have smart deep thoughtful conversation. Someone I can kiss, hug. Someone I care about".
Loneliness. She wants to remember how does it feel to have someone holding her hands. She wants to have someone to talk to, someone who can measure up to her rather unique mind, someone who will give her the space she desperately needed but will stay within her safe perimeter. Not to close but not too far ao she can always reaching for him.
She isn't in love with him. But loneliness caught her like a sticky spider web, pulling and stretching her to the unknown, strange place.
She wants to have him by her side, she wants to talk all night with him, but she isn't in love with him.
She is waiting for someone else.
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