

Her kisses froze on my body like snowflakes on a frozen window. For some reason, it was getting cold. I realized now. Goodbye kisses lose their warmth. They have a cold tenderness of parting... Last night she looked at me differently than usual. Alienation in her gaze. Alienation against love. She knew it was time to go, but she delayed it in every way. A struggle between mind and soul. The mind won. She left. I understand now. There is no longing in her gaze before parting. There is a silent protest. A protest against herself. Feelings lose out to reason. More often than not...