Sole Mates


You know the girl: a wonder for a weekend, nightmare in a week. “I was her rock, centre and ballast” was what she called me,  within the first hour of meeting, lying in her bedroom, surrounded by a party, shortly after sex. Talk about the jackpot, had I won it? You bet your life I had because she was so beautiful, strong and yet fragile: something out of films, or maybe an explorer, but certainly something special: unique you know.

And then she started shouting; screaming because I dropped the kettle. Life as we know it was over and it was all my fault. And then she said “Sorry, I cannot help myself sometimes” and I was young, and thought I could fix things, so of course I put my arms around her and said, “I’ll love you always” which is not good because I’m slightly north of crazy myself: well “out there,” if you want to know, and being someone’s “rock” sounded pretty scary.

And then there were the tablets I took so we could share together and she would not be lonely, tripping over boundaries, living in a kaleidoscope: discovering “Real” together.  Turns out to be a kind of hell, “Real” I mean: didn’t say that in the brochure! Wish someone else had told me, but we knew too much by then. Knew everything in truth, except the need to listen.

I was in my twenties, on the road to nowhere, leads us beyond comfort, or normal or average conversations, and now I swear by nothing, because the face I see in the mirror is me turned into Stranger. And you might help me if you’ve got a minute. Tell me where I lost myself. Could you do that?

Am I making sense this time, it’s just the way it sounds right, but we see what we wish to see, and then it all goes pear shape. The truth is all I know for now, but I’ll forget that in a minute.

 

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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10 Responses to Sole Mates

  1. Scarlet says:

    I never have conversations like I did in my twenties, and I’m not even sure if that’s a good or bad thing.
    Loved this, Mr Ducks!
    Sx

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  2. ksbeth says:

    ‘and then it all goes pear shape’ – kind of sums up many relationships – excellent piece

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  3. The “you” lost himself somewhere in too much unrealistic expectations perhaps? Or just in the reality which can be too much. I think it always is a miracle if people survive their twenties by the way.

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  4. Your final paragraph sums everything up really: we believe what we want and our truth exists only in the moment. Very reflective.

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  5. Al says:

    “Being someone’s rock sounds pretty scary.” How many of us have said that to ourselves at one time or another?! Good entry, Peter. Just be careful around kettles.

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  6. You always manage to capture “a still point in a changing world” – it’s like having a photo of an instant. Well done! (Am I making sense this time?!)

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  7. gotham girl says:

    oh so much meaning here…”And then there were the tablets I took so we could share together and she would not be lonely, tripping over boundaries, living in a kaleidoscope: discovering “Real” together.” Great short piece Peter!

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  8. joey says:

    You really have a knack for exploring the human condition in romance. I always enjoy your pieces.

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  9. nelle says:

    You captured it perfectly. I suppose we all knew someone who walked that unfortunate road.

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  10. Help me if you’ve got a minute – tell me how this Me is a stranger.
    Could you do that? But no… if you had, I would still think otherwise.

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