I offer affordable ebook formatting for Kindle, Smashwords, Nook and other devices. 24 hour turn around - check it out! “You can never settle for less than true love. If you do, some part of you is going to be empty. Some part of you is always going to wonder what you could have had, if you hadn’t settled. That empty feeling will start out small, a tiny hole, but will eat at you until it’s big enough to cut you in half.”
Davis ran his right hand through his hair and stared at James. “So what you’re saying,” Davis asked, “is that I should break it off?”
James shook his head and held out a hand. “No, man, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m telling you that you need to make this decision on your own. Love is a parasite, you know that. It’s deep in your gut, and in your head, and in every fiber of your being. And you can’t let something like that happen to you unless it’s meant to be. It’s got to be true love.”
“I know,” Davis muttered. He leaned forward in his chair and placed his hands on his head. His eyes fluttered and closed and he grappled with the decision. He looked up. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“You know you wouldn’t be alone for long, Davis. Look at yourself, a guy like you is in high demand.”
Davis nodded and stood up from his chair. His heart pounded and he felt the flutter in his stomach, the butterflies, so many people called it love. He breathed in and tried to make his decision.
“You’re not happy,” James urged. “Love is a two way street. Both of you have to be happy. If you’re not happy, it’s not going to work. It’s just going to gnaw at you from deep down until it gets to be too much. Love has to be a mutual arrangement. Symbiotic.”
“And if it’s not symbiotic?” Davis asked.
“Then it becomes parasitic. It ruins your life. Tears you apart from the inside. You need to break it off if you aren’t happy. Otherwise, it will never work. It could be days, months or years, but eventually that nagging gut feeling will turn into a ripping pain and make you feel like someone is tearing your soul out. This sort of thing will chew at you until there’s nothing left but a husk.”
Davis walked over to the sink and reached down to the prescription bottle. After only a moment of thought, he popped two Niclosamide tablets in his mouth and chewed. The bitter taste filled him and made him shiver.
“It tastes bad, doesn’t it?”
Davis nodded. “It’ll pass soon, right?”
“Yeah,” James answered, “It’ll pass soon.”
