#afashionstory
Your affirmations of love turned out to be great delusions of grandeur. The brilliant part of me should have realized the fatuity of our liaison. However, the irrational portion overrode everything in that instance. The first time that your existence came into actuality I knew that my fancy was more than immature. In that moment all that I had was you and the world went blank. Your embrace was like none that had ever graced my experience. Your words colluded with my innocence and the two conjugated a master plan. Turning the non-believer in love into a constituent became the task and ultimately the victory. In your hands I began to lay comfortably believing that they would one day extend to your heart. In my own epicenter I prepared a place of resting and forever for you, not knowing that forever was on it's way to a bitter end. I adorned this residence with my affections. I allowed for my heart to become your stomping ground because you promised solace from the demands of heartache and loneliness. The day came when our fantasies could no longer evade the harshness of reality. The intersection of our path had exceeded it's reserve. The choice of which direction to take was ours, but you claimed it as yours alone. You kept your hands, my bed and place of comfort, at an arm's length from your chest to ensure an easy escape. In one second you were here and now you are not. For me it is not as simple. The embellishments that I piled into my heart shut you in and there you still linger. My escape has not been as effortless as yours. Each day brings about a bit of strength, however I'm still left here in this place made for two, but as one.
-Derek DeAndre
Written: June 10, 2011