Before my step-second cousin had been called to her final destination upon leaving this earth, the two of us had a bit of a thing between us that didnt last long primarily due to my repressed psyche that became corrupted through years of diligently placed installments of somewhat of a moronic interpretation of morality i've adopted as a given. And now, I look as if I'm stupid in believing I should live with such absurdity. Since the cats out of the bag, it's common knowledge that you can marry your second cousin, and even a first cousin in some states. This isn't the first ripe cherry dangling on the tree ready to be plucked, yet just to let go of, to fall wastefully on the savage ground below, due to the unethical brainwashing our predicessors instilled within us.
I just wish, I didnt feel so ugly when we were together for those couple of days. I miss her, for not only the brief moments we had shared, but just simply with being near her had always brought about such a positive spiritual aliveness rarely shown in others, She was a gem in the rough.
It was a couple of months after I had quickly ended it with us, and, did it ever, end abruptly! It came over me so fast, and out of my mouth without thinking first, and it was just by simply asking her if she was ready to go home now? With one short look into my eyes, she was on a mission. She was grabbing her things up, and heading to my apartments front door before I could formulate the words to answer her question, "why?"
When we arrived at her place,
We parted inside of a slightly foggy mist of unanswered questions with abnormal parting pleasantries, leaving me feeling...