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The Search

The Search  It was a bad match, he and I, the clash of sarcasms the platitude of the air between the unmerged points of view and the stubbornness to see into the other, trusting the existential suggestions of the stomach— duck under the table and run.  Square one— the loss of faith in star alignment and the relief to escape  the confinement of public image, rather be singing in the car than crossing and uncrossing legs in a restaurant, excusing myself to the bathroom— seething at the necessity of first dates, playing a game of would you rather be doing fill in the blank 	anything than continue the conversation with this someone that said I was beautiful.

Who knows what makes two people compatible. What is it about someone that ignites the spark and electrifies our desires? It’s breathtaking when that happens, but equally as profound is the absence of that spark, when just getting through dinner feels like crawling on hands and knees through the mud.

Have a wonderful Saturday my friends!

–Leanne Rebecca

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Poetry and music.

6 thoughts on “The Search

  1. tolerating the other persons vices, habits, and idiosyncracies can be a huge challenge, but if they are willing to kiss my feet…well, who cares about the other stuff..lol 🙂

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