I hate to keep bugging for interpretations, but this one is nagging me too.
DH is a guy I like IRL. I think the rest is mentioned in the DJ entry, but if not, ask away if you need more information from me.
The DH Affair-
It started in a classroom. DH and I had a that class together, he was in front of me, and we were "sharing" our notes on Spiderman Chemistry [it really was called that]. His notes were in blue ink, the words, I cannot forget the emotions they evoked, even if the words may fade from me. He was eager and happy, they were words of liking, words of care. I think even some of the words even of relationships, but before I could answer a "yes," a guy came up from behind me.
Randomly, eggs were placed on a plate, one with a broken yolk, one with poison lacing its yolk, and three that were perfect. His heart was broken.
Back to the town, it's winter and the guy from before is with me. He's holding my hand but there's nothing more to it than that. DH wasn't there, but I sensed his emotions and his sadness and anger over this. I kept saying aloud, hoping he would hear, "It's not like that. It's just holding hands. I could care less." I pulled my hand from his with effort, and he left. DH seemed happy, like he wanted to see me and such, missing, wanting. I felt so bad that I hurt him.
Off to a beach café, I ate each one of those eggs on a plate, realizing only later that I ate a poisoned one too. I was mildly surprised that I wasn't suffering from the food, each tasted of an emotion, each unique yet cravable.
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