Living Groups

Chapter One Hundred and Nine.






When I decided to choose friendship and romance over hedonism and lust, I thought that I was dooming myself to the life of one hopelessly alone. I resigned myself to such a fate because it seemed that I was heading for it anyway, and felt that I might was well stick to my principles in my loneliness.
I thought that I may never find someone with whom I was happy to just be with, someone who could make me smile just by being nearby, who could make me turn mental cartwheels every time she spoke to me, and, most importantly, who reciprocates. No one has ever done that.
Well, I've found someone whom I am happy just to be with, but I have yet to achieve reciprocation of the sort for which I long. How odd then, that with the end of my romantic relationship with Cacophony my lusty desires should return in full force. It was a very nice feeling, when we were together, knowing that I wasn't with her simply out of hedonism. Yet my lofty priciples and ideals didn't help the relationship to last any longer, nay, they probably quickened its sad demise. Perhaps that can, in some small way, explain why I feel this way now.
Where once before I was content with just being with her and smiling at her and holding her hand and occasionally kissing her, now I long for the kissing and the running of fingers through hair and the feeling of laying next to her and I find myself hungering even for the banished groping that so characterized Syn and Sop's relationship. Suddenly, all I want is to lose myself to passion.
Of course, the most obvious explanation is that I didn't long for such things while in the relationship with Cacophony not only from having learned from Syn and Sop's mistakes, but also because I knew that such things were, for lack of a better word, available and waiting in the forseeable future with Cacophony. Now that we're no longer dating, it could be said, the possibility of such things are suddenly denied to me and so I want them all the more. And yah, that might be part of it.
I don't know why I now long for passion where once I wanted merely innocent romance.



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