Iowa loving

So I look into your beautiful eyes, into your sweet liar eyes and I wonder if I want to believe those words that elegantly fall from your lips. Those sounds that so unexpectedly describe the dreams that used to govern my soul. Your speech is so well crafted, so minimal, so strategic, so very much you. And just like it did in the past it has the power to draw me towards you. The air fills with electricity and for a minute there my hearts expands itself and starts pumping faster and faster. But here you are only a year too late, puzzling and troubling my soul. Here you are trying to make a fool of me once again. Here you are saying words that have no meaning, no value; conceiving enticing sets of letters that will fall apart and disappear into thin air the second they start flying into the breeze.

Your voice sounds so softly and so distant, like a sorry memory that does not belong in the present. The pumping kindly slows down, and although slightly flattered, my heart is blithe to go back to its own rhythm. My lips gently sketch a hint of a smile. Kindness and detachment take over my eyes and I walk towards you. In silence I first grab your shoulders with both my hands. While I take a deep breath I raise my hands towards your cheeks. I kiss you in the forehead as I say “Goodbye. We are the living example of how bittersweet missed opportunities might feel.” I walk away without looking back on the perfect moment when fate and wisdom met. And just like I did in the past, this time around I am once again successful in avoiding the nonsense of your false promises.