I Believe That Words Are Powerful
When he said he thought I was smart…
I felt like I could engineer the next NASA flight single-handedly.
I was ready to conquer the world.
When he told me he thought I was pretty…
I felt as if other people floated around me awed by my beauty.
I felt as if that beauty reflected back to me, everything I saw sparkled, effervescent, and life was fun.
When he told me he longed for me, that my body felt good to him- that he could spontaneously get hard thinking about me…
I felt like the sex emanated from me and I personified it, that all inhibitions had vanished forever, as if they had never existed, and that what we were doing together had never been experienced before by any human, so cataclysmic were the eruptions.
When he told me that he liked spending time with me…
I felt like my time was valuable, that I was in demand, that I was just that wonderful, that people would re-arrange their schedules just to have a moment in my presence.
When he said that he valued what I said, when he listened to my ideas and suggestions with interest …
I felt as if I must be needed in Oslo, as they were announcing the Nobel Prize winners and it is customary to go in person to retrieve it.
So when he said he needed to be alone, walked out without warning and without any intention of coming back…
I felt as if the air had been sucked from my lungs, all of my internal organs collapsing in upon themselves.
And when I called and wrote repeatedly and he did not respond, in fact exhibited an astonishing ability to ignore every attempt at communication, when he said…nothing…
That is what I felt like.
I felt like I could engineer the next NASA flight single-handedly.
I was ready to conquer the world.
When he told me he thought I was pretty…
I felt as if other people floated around me awed by my beauty.
I felt as if that beauty reflected back to me, everything I saw sparkled, effervescent, and life was fun.
When he told me he longed for me, that my body felt good to him- that he could spontaneously get hard thinking about me…
I felt like the sex emanated from me and I personified it, that all inhibitions had vanished forever, as if they had never existed, and that what we were doing together had never been experienced before by any human, so cataclysmic were the eruptions.
When he told me that he liked spending time with me…
I felt like my time was valuable, that I was in demand, that I was just that wonderful, that people would re-arrange their schedules just to have a moment in my presence.
When he said that he valued what I said, when he listened to my ideas and suggestions with interest …
I felt as if I must be needed in Oslo, as they were announcing the Nobel Prize winners and it is customary to go in person to retrieve it.
So when he said he needed to be alone, walked out without warning and without any intention of coming back…
I felt as if the air had been sucked from my lungs, all of my internal organs collapsing in upon themselves.
And when I called and wrote repeatedly and he did not respond, in fact exhibited an astonishing ability to ignore every attempt at communication, when he said…nothing…
That is what I felt like.