My attention and intentions

“You desired my attention but denied my affection”
What to do when this is the case? It’s not so simple as to try harder or change something about yourself. One cannot change something intrinsic. My affection is very real, as are my intentions. She is a gypsy woman, no doubt, but to me that is a term of endearment. Of love. A woman who makes you feel that you can move heaven and earth in the pursuit of her and all she has to offer. Apathy is not an option, not now, not ever. At least not for me. Apathy is the lowest form of the human nature. If I see someone in peril, whether emotional or physical, I am compelled to offer aid. Offer shelter from the storm. And no doubt she is in peril; in peril of losing herself to doubt and regret. Of loves gone by, or choices made irrevocable by time. Aren’t we all. Can I help? Yes, I believe so. Should I help? Absolutely. Whatever form that help may come in, it must come. I am compelled by her nature. By the look in her eyes, as she gazes at me with head on the pillow, and her heart still beating a thousand beats a minute. Then she rolls over, grabbing my arm and pulling it close around her. Not a request but a necessity. As we pulled our childhood blankets to our chins, I offered an equal comfort at one time. Can it be achieved again? Though hesitant, I must believe time will tell.

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