I'm a saboteur. I steadily crack open the gas pipes surrounding my heart and build up the fumes over the course of a romantic relationship. I can hear the gas whistling in the background as I start to get dizzy in my head. My heart doesn't beat, it twitches nervously, awaiting the spark that will set it off. Even I don't know what will trigger this gas bomb. Whatever sets it off only takes half a second before I can feel the explosion of heat slowly burst from chest. I look down and my eyes are greeted by a ball of flames. As the fire erupts from chest and singes my face, I can smell burnt blood barbecued bones. My lungs disintegrate. The fire burns a hole into my stomach and I keel over. I can't scream because I can't breathe. This is what happens every time.
make her smell the gas a little bit first, like a metaphorical dutch oven, to check if you two are on the same page. Along time ago I had an unrequited relationship with a women for about 6 years and my chest sploded and my head caught on fire. she didn't know I had any feelings for until I was about 3 years in and I already had a hot air balloon for her and at best she would probably get a helium "get well soon" balloon at the grocery store. which she did by saying I don't love you, you should get help.
ReplyDeleteyou're welcome for the easier said then done advice.