She dragged her tired and tiresome body out of bed. Looking at the clock on the wall, she wished she could turned back time. To last night to be precise. That was when her then boyfriend had broken up with her. She couldn't remember what reasons he had offered for the termination of their relationship, but there was something about her becoming increasingly frigid. She wanted so much to say her piece, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Something was holding her back and the fact that her boyfriend was dumping her had caused her to lapse into a momentary daze. It wasn't despair or even sadness, but she couldn't placed it then.
Thinking back, she realised it was a strange and stupefying sense of nonchalance. She should've lashed at him for putting all the blame on her. How could he cast her as a defendant in a court of love and without a jury to pass an objective verdict! Couldn't he see that her frigidness was a symptom of their fading and farcical love. But it was for the better, she thought, and started dialling the number that she had called every night for the last 2 months. A comforting and caring voice came over the line: "How are you, darling? How was your day? I missed you so much" A slow but sure smile came over her face and she responded in kind. You wouldn't believe what that son-of-a-bitch said to me last night. But its over now and I can be truly yours in spirit as well as body.~
Don is... Someone who muses at all and sundry, but who wishes sometimes to be in the thick of action rather than looking in.
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