The following is a piece of streaming fiction that probably has no point. You've been warned.
"And your bothering me with this obvious point because...?"
Always a ready retort. That's why I li... admire you so much.
"Because I respect you."
"You have a funny way of showing it. I'd hate to think what you'd do if you actually liked me."
I could think of a few things, but I respect you too much...
"Why?"
"None of your concern."
"I think it is."
"Leave me alone. Is it so wrong? Everyone else can have the experience. I can't! So let me have this. I know it's a waste of time, but it's mine. Leave me to it."
"What is it you're trying to immerse yourself in? What? Make me understand, because I don't. You who can have the whole world at your fingertips. You who can have power beyond those beautiful dreams of yours. What could be so attractive that you lower yourself to this?"
"...they love each other. It's almost blinding how much."
"...love? Is that why?"
"Why so condescending? You think I don't deserve it?"
"More like you don't need it. Creatures such as you and I don't need such frivolous emotional... meanderings."
"How verrbose. And I never claimed to need it, but I want it."
"...."
"Get out. You could never understand."
"Then make me."
"Why?"
"Because I want to."
"...you want to understand love?"
How to answer that? I can't, really. It's not the right question.
So I'll answer the other question, the one you should have asked instead...
...don't look so startled. I've always wanted to hold you like this. To share your warmth. To try and capture that innocence you think you buried. Silly, you could no more hide that than I could my own nature.
Your eyes, they'll always give you away. But it's not your eyes I want to see right now. I don't want to see anything.
Just feel...
...feel the heat from parted lips. Taste that which is so forbidden I should be executed on the spot for my crime. Take that which you don't even know you're offering, and make it mine.
"No," I say. "I just want to understand you."
