pride. can be a beautiful state. a magnificent sign of strength and courage. AND in the same moments it can help one embody, embrace, and dwell in loneliness.
my girl and i had an argument. and for one of the many reason i keep a room on the 1st floor, i was summoned there by her and oh yeah, pride. we made up the next day but when she came home that night with an attitude inquiring why I was in her bed, it was pride that made me pick up my asleep nephew and proceed back down to my suite. It was then that I told myself it would be a while before i return to her bed. but tonite is the first night i was not upset with her. the first night she left her scent on my lips, in my mouth, and... ummm *sniff... under my nose. but my pride won't let me walk up those steps and lay in that bed. and this ain't the first and wont be the last, that pride has brought me loneliness...
... wait until tonight.
