Date: 2021-07-27 03:03 am (UTC)
coquettish_trees: (still smiling)
Not always.

[ The little smile turns wryly self-aware. ]

It sometimes makes a reckless child of me, such that it does not matter why I cannot have something, it only matters that it is being kept from me. I lay siege upon the walls of 'cannot' and 'should not' and pound them until either they or I am broken, and it hurts.

And if I break them, there will later be a time I am forced to understand why the walls were built, and both myself and those who relied upon them for protection are hurt then too.

[ Retrieving the strawberry from her plate, she turns it in her fingers again, muses: ]

But strawberries are sweeter on the tongue than in the mind; the clouds and waves and the curving branches of trees are forever beautiful as I let them keep their mystery, and when I love it is with wild abandon. My heart is in my mouth for every kiss.

[ Still wry, her smile; but now, as she looks at him, it is a fragile thing as well. ]

Although I have learned that can also hurt.
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