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Hates them now

02 Mar

Valentine Rose by Jack Vettriano

She cannot read his words.

Not a single one.

Not in the hundreds of e-mails he sent her.  The poetic descriptions of his day that brought him closer.  The eloquent compliments that trickled into her heart like golden honey. The firm and certain instructions that made her catch her breath and ache at the top of her pale, dewed thighs.

Not in his blog. The oblique and occasionally obvious references to her that had made her proud.  The chivalrous, flirtatious, and sometimes predatory responses to comments made.  The bewildering mixture of arrogance and humility, of romance and control, of desire and respect. The way he captured what she was thinking and reflected it back like a mirror.

Not in the cards he sent her. His bold, elegant hand inscribing her name with the flourish of his fountain pen in serious midnight-blue ink.  The single, cross of a kiss that had once thrilled her.

For all the reasons she had once loved them

She cannot read his words.

She hates them now.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano

 
32 Comments

Posted by on March 2, 2013 in D/s, Still Life

 

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32 responses to “Hates them now

  1. gemini

    March 2, 2013 at 6:33 pm

    are you sure she does…she may enjoy the memories?

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  2. lyriquediscorde

    March 2, 2013 at 6:56 pm

    Words can connect and bind, and then later distance and repulse. The ebb and flow sometimes evolves into something we do not plan. She may still treasure them, or she may need to not see them to go on. This one really resonates with me. Thank you, as always, for your words.

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  3. Maggie Carpenter

    March 2, 2013 at 7:03 pm

    I may be wrong, but I suspect she hates them because they remind her of a time when she was supremely happy, and she is still grieving the loss. Been there…

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  4. mlbk7

    March 2, 2013 at 7:08 pm

    Beautiful sentiments and words so wonderful and forever inscribed; please leave them here for me and remember her not. xo

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    • Romantic Dominant

      March 3, 2013 at 12:06 am

      I will leave them here, for where else could they go. Thank you for the compliment.

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  5. thesacredroad

    March 2, 2013 at 7:30 pm

    such a fine line. pain and heartache often tarnish the beauty of what was. in Tim’s hopefully it will fill her with peace and fondness. but never regret. x #heart.stutters.

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  6. emmylgant

    March 2, 2013 at 8:49 pm

    Restrained and measured. You are good! So much left unsaid, yet it is enough.

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  7. Reticent Mental Property

    March 2, 2013 at 9:47 pm

    She hates them, yes.

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  8. Lonely Daffodil

    March 3, 2013 at 8:06 pm

    I like how you start and how you end. Lovely…

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  9. janineyork

    March 4, 2013 at 7:11 am

    Be still my heart.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      March 4, 2013 at 8:06 pm

      You have just won the most cryptic comment of the week award.
      Smiles.

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  10. hotlilmess

    March 4, 2013 at 1:19 pm

    Hate is an awfully strong word, though better than regret. Beautifully written, as always.

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  11. loneyheart

    March 4, 2013 at 3:12 pm

    She hates not the words. But her own foolish heart for letting go of one so capable of such devotion. And for her in ability to honestly return that love. She will cherish them always and hopes one day to find her own strength. That which you so easily saw and encouraged to grow.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      March 4, 2013 at 8:18 pm

      I will never know what she felt. But thank you for your kind words.

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  12. Miss Tiff Eying

    March 5, 2013 at 7:46 am

    Such a shame that past pains can override what pleasures can still reside, in love lost, but not forgotten… Beautiful, as always Sir.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      March 5, 2013 at 7:54 pm

      Love lost seldom comes without sorrow, bitterness or hurt on one or another’s part. We are but human.
      Thank you for visiting

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  13. Heartafire

    March 7, 2013 at 3:21 am

    Reblogged this on Heartafire's Blog.

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  14. A2LSM

    March 7, 2013 at 6:09 am

    My first visit to your site has intrigued me. Hate at times blurs love’s line.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      March 7, 2013 at 8:38 pm

      Always delighted to intrigue. You are right. It does.
      Thank you for reading and commenting

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  15. Evelyn

    March 8, 2013 at 2:03 am

    This is incredible…
    “Not in the cards he sent her. His bold, elegant hand inscribing her name with the flourish of his fountain pen in serious midnight-blue ink.”

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  16. carolinejuliette

    March 11, 2013 at 2:25 am

    How did I ever miss this??? I’m sure she doesn’t hate them but sometimes it’s easier to never look back than to look back with regret when the pain is still fresh. One day she will look back & smile in remembrance, I am sure of it.

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  17. lesliemeeks

    November 2, 2014 at 8:10 pm

    I imagine she still reads your words and the cards you sent her. She could never hate them. Smiles

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