Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
It's true, that old adage: "nothing ventured, nothing gained" but in the doing you ventured to exploit another person's need and you gained the epiphany that you'll remain uncommitted, after all. Simply put, you're an unprincipled, egoistic jerk.
Strange, how often that kind of thing happens, the self-assured breaching the defences of the self-doubters, breezily challenging their hesitation, and when it becomes abundantly clear that emotional transfer hesitates on the cusp of success, the egoist withdraws.
Taken again, by the shock of social facade lacking depth, with her own nakedly needy self revealed and stricken by the casual shrug of disposal, her anguished self-doubt deepens into despondency and despair. Not your concern; you can remain friends.
The mystery of it all reflects the puzzle of the conundrum that an erstwhile suitor need not possess superior character. Women will accept and yearn toward emotional companionship. Not quite what the male had top of mind. Such gender matches do exist; meeting is elusive.
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