My voice yelled louder in my head to not hear him. Maybe it was all my girlfriends' spirits coming through: I understand now, I understand he has no filter between raw and inconclusive thoughts and one's mouth.
I just cried. Well not really, it was a distraction from temporary insanity- the tear in my left eye.
He was a thief. In my heart I recited ... looking to the tropical plants near the windows in vases- a beautiful arrangement. He cupped his left arm and angled it, sliding it flat underneath me. I imagined he was some kind of flexible jem-bot, a stretch boy like gumby, and his one bendy hand gently securing and embraced my blessed skull. That is what I felt it was, a skull, but beautifully painted, alive and in my head. It was only last year I detested skulls.
His eyes were a hazel fluorescent, like car beams at midnight except as delectable shafts of honey. The charms smashed together. Actually, they were almost like lava. Hot to the core.
_________ evoked with conviction, “I think we should get married.”
“Really?" I said curiously. I thought it peculiar.
“Yes, I do. I love you.” He kind of glowed. “You and the boys, when they return from their dad's- you all could move in!”
“I have everything planned out.”
He pulled out a ring with Sapphire and diamonds and placed it on my finger. Then pausing panic brightened and stole the glee of his face. His eyes left me, drab and dull, but swerving to a long dart around.
I wondered if he would turn into a bat, or maybe a wasp, or another insect with feelers too long. Maybe a witching cat. It was odd and crushing, to know the only thing wrong with him was that he was amazing and a compartmental version of a giant gifted jazzhole.