Being Misunderstood - Greg

1 Sept 2007
Prompt: Being Misunderstood

When he told her,“I love you!” what he really meant was, “Right here, right now, in this moment falling into the sea of ecstasy, I love this bed, those curtains, the redwood forests, the ocean, the tundra, the stones in the yard, the microwave oven–-everything–-even your wretched annoying cat.”

But no, the only blunt inarticulate utterance his stupid mouth could say was, “I love you,” as he fell into the great abyss.

But even has he fell, he knew he would regret the words which had carelessly tumbled from his mouth. He knew misunderstanding had entered the room, especially as she moaned and cried out louder. He wanted to soar into his momentary heaven, but the words nailed him to the earth like a crucification. Three words–-three deadly words! She would not understand. He already didn’t understand. But maybe it didn’t matter. Not right now. All thought slipped from his mind. Maybe only this mattered . . . Only this.