Date: 7/13/2019
By harley_quinn
Here’s to a mind not being able to let go.. I was conversing with a long lost lover who moved away down south via messaging a really long time. I said I needed help with some work thing and, not typical of him, he came to Toronto to help me. He arrived with a female friend of his that he met on his travels and they both stayed overnight at my place. I told them to be quiet as I didn’t want my mother or my current lover to hear them and the girl hid away. Me and the Dark Knight had sex and oh god that was wonderful. As we were lying in bed after, he was gently caressing my arm telling me how much he had missed me and that he didn’t want to continue the life without me. I asked if it was real and he told me he loved me. As I was savouring the moment, the door opened wide and my current lover came in and saw us in bed - he looked as if somebody slapped him. He stormed out and call the police on the Dark Night, the intruder to our home. Next thing I knew I was in jail with the Dark Night only thinking of getting back and fixing things with my current lover. A police guard had asked me what my relationship was with the Dark Night and I had said that he’s just a friend and I was only interested in him as a friend and not romantically. The Dark Night had a face of a betrayed person which got to him deep, as that was always what stood us apart - even in darkest moments we always had each other’s back. But I could only think of getting back to my current lover. Back at the house, he’s going through my phone and he can’t stop but wonder: why was I the one asking the Dark night questions in our text history, why would I not just drop it. He wanted to understand the reason our communication persisted over time - I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that it is because the truth is, I never stopped loving him. Every princess needs her dark night after all.