If My Blog Was Anonymous
In yesterday’s post, I wondered whether or not my writings would change if my name wasn’t on the site. So, I sat down this morning and tried to pretend I was anonymous. This is what came out. Maybe being anonymous wouldn’t make that big a difference with me after all…
She was closed and broken.
He was open and kind.
She was indifferent.
He wanted it.
She acted like it was more than just a fuck.
He acted like he didn’t give a fuck.
And they fucked.
She was disappointed when his guard went up.
He loved when her guard came down… a little.
She was surprised.
His warmth was more enjoyable than she expected.
Her indifference was more troubling than he anticipated.
Still… they connected.
Afterwards, she acted unlike herself.
So did he.
She wanted him to stay.
He got up and left.
It made him sad.
It made her sad… mostly.
She learned that maybe she could have more.
He learned that he needed more.
She was left a little bit softer.
He was left a little bit harder.
The world kept spinning.