Balance.

She stole my heart. Why, would she do that ? I needed it.
Well, I thought I did, until the " fateful " day when I did not. I lost it. She faced the wrath of me. She faced the venom of my truth. She had to understand my way of thinking...for a change.
I just let her know what had been happening, when she was not around. A good idea ? I did not care. Tipping points had been passed, and I was determined another would not go astray. Considering life is short, how many more were there to be ?
I took the proverbial " bull by the horns ", and owned up to the dichotomy of our " world " !! Love and hate had collided, with a certain movement away from the most sought after !! How did this come to pass ? The whores could not have helped. That was for sure. Their " loving " methods produced responses not expected. Why would they be ?
In the passion I found strength. In the alternative I found metamorphosis. In the secretive culture, apart from mainstream influence, I realized ambition and motivation. Youthful notions also returned. This gave insight into what I felt was going wrong elsewhere. There needed to be a " fait accompli " to re-establish sense of worth and credentials I felt too long abandoned. For, the intrinsic conformity. Which I comprihended as less positive, to my state of being.
A " revolutionary " climax was not foreseen. But happened. I did not expect thanks for my admissions, but I could not in my wildest dreams have thought change would be so beneficial. She was rather less emotionally charged as is normally the case. According to testimony. Because, of liasons with " gigolos " of the " prescrptive " variety. Unbelievable ?
So, after the worry came reality. We got on with it. As before, but, not quite. The " storm " of change weathered away to leave a " freshening " breeze condusive to more stability. Who would have thought, that ? I wonder. Definitely not me.
The truth heals I suppose. Even, when all seems lost. Thank goodness, for common transgressions such as ours not leading to open warfare. Who needs, that ? I ask you, who ?
We all want a quiet life. Surely ? What is good for one, should be good for all. I now realize !! There is hope in me which correlates to learning through experience. Of, any type. Not, just relating to this scenario.The ways of the world should not be allowed to mystify. There should be productive peace born of respect for one another. Do you not think ? You have to come to terms with the fact that the hidden is not as appreciated as " airing " truth, whatever it relates to. Outside " criminality " of course. That, seems stupid, really. Unless, you are assured of ultimate trust, within the " partners " !! But, generally I know now what is perceived as honesty, within her eyes. She treats me differently. Because she knows me. The real me. Not some " synthetic construct " devoid of consideration for others.
Let there be light. And, there was.
Let there be truth. And, there was.
Let there be harmony. And, there is. For, the moment anyway. Who, wants to live beyond, that ? Considering, the fragility of life. Profound ?