Persuasion was effortless on his part, lest he was not even aware of how I felt about the whole situation, I had very well managed to shape our excessive communication blatantly candid.
After so many years, I had had myself caught up so wholly once again.
And so began a series of constant emotional wonders that were incomprehensible. His conversations were casual and my observations led to en masse a relationship where I was indefinately less respected. His claims and actions all led to a weakening dilemma. I would scold myself to be aware and be thorough in my judgements but his confidence was overwhelming- I could feel it too.
Each day I would sit myself to experience 'him'... in the morning and at night. I was only too aware of how this was going to turn out to be. Ofcourse, all realities met my pattern of thought.. that very kaleidoscope.. revisited, yes, indeed!
There were harsh words, moments of silver, alot of sharing, alot of opening... all in a week's time... A certain obscure feeling begin to come over me, ununderstandable. His claims seemed to reflect upon my image. Was I a victim?
I shalln't answer...
I felt thrashed out. And I rebounded to his imprudent misgivings. It felt like a mistake at first, but later I formed fervently and was able to resist... such... such temptations.
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