Reves interdites
This post is not about a "gentleman caller".
It is about a friend.
And like its title, its not supposed to be. Its forbidden. Its forbidden to have allowed such feelings and thoughts to bloom and blossom over time into one big tree, lush with color and heavy with fruit.
Its forbidden to have entertained such fantasies about a friend, a dear friend, while knowing all the while that it is wrong, morally wrong, wrong on all levels, in all aspects.
But the heart, this mysterious and irrational entity, has a mind of its own. And it works according to its own dictates. And never asks why.
And the heart of an eccentric, frightfully morbid queen did flutter, faintly at first, very subtly in almost inaudible sound, then it got wilder and louder, till it was thumping, thumping with emotions, emotions that shouldn't have been embraced or acknowledged.
And now the sad morbid queen is lamenting his bitter fate and cursing the day God created the male sex altogether.
And the tenderness left uncared for turns to bitterness. And the feelings kept hidden for so long turns to loneliness.. and the affection, seething beneath the surface, will run dry?
Knowing very well, that me and my friend's path will diverge at some point, aware that it is impossible to transform this relationship into anything but the friendship that it is.
Would the eccentric morbid queen finally find the courage to reveal exactly how he feels about his friend? Or will these feelings remain unconfessed? this heart unrejoicing and this affection unrequited?
It is about a friend.
And like its title, its not supposed to be. Its forbidden. Its forbidden to have allowed such feelings and thoughts to bloom and blossom over time into one big tree, lush with color and heavy with fruit.
Its forbidden to have entertained such fantasies about a friend, a dear friend, while knowing all the while that it is wrong, morally wrong, wrong on all levels, in all aspects.
But the heart, this mysterious and irrational entity, has a mind of its own. And it works according to its own dictates. And never asks why.
And the heart of an eccentric, frightfully morbid queen did flutter, faintly at first, very subtly in almost inaudible sound, then it got wilder and louder, till it was thumping, thumping with emotions, emotions that shouldn't have been embraced or acknowledged.
And now the sad morbid queen is lamenting his bitter fate and cursing the day God created the male sex altogether.
And the tenderness left uncared for turns to bitterness. And the feelings kept hidden for so long turns to loneliness.. and the affection, seething beneath the surface, will run dry?
Knowing very well, that me and my friend's path will diverge at some point, aware that it is impossible to transform this relationship into anything but the friendship that it is.
Would the eccentric morbid queen finally find the courage to reveal exactly how he feels about his friend? Or will these feelings remain unconfessed? this heart unrejoicing and this affection unrequited?
Comments
Said the creative Khoury!