Vidal's Verse

I am still haunted by memories and feelings that should have long ago passed. The problematic curse of an almost perfect memory. Do I remember the days perfectly or do I remember her as being perfect?

These are just stories told poetically. This is a place for my words to live. Some lead good lives and others not so much. I would call these Poetic Stories. 

Why She Hated You; And Was Right To

She said “You never did tell me why she hated me.” He laughed sincerely and responded “She hated you because she said you were secretly in love with me.” She laughed, but not sincerely. He looked at her while she laughed and examined every movement, every small facial expression, the pitch of her laughter, how her pupils were dilated, and how she held her body. For the first time he realized something that would change his life forever “It’s true isn’t it? You do have feelings for me.” Her face turned bright red and her eyes looked down to the floor. “Why did you just pretend like it wasn’t true?” Still not making eye contact she could only squeak out “It wasn’t the right time to tell you.” He started laughing again and she started to frown and turn her head away. She shifted her whole body and took a step as if she was going to try and escape as quickly as possible. He grabbed her hand preventing her from leaving and said “Any time is the right time, especially now.” She finally made eye contact again, and they both knew they would never go that long without looking into each others eyes again; Only in sleep, and even then their dreams would not turn from each other.

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