I always though living in the big city with the fast-paced walking and talking was the way of life we should live by. Others, kept on walking sometimes in that particular pace they don't seem to stop and look and look in their surroundings. My friend, Travis was always the city slicker. He kept on walking and knowing he's stepping on a few toes, legs, arms and occasionally some heads who have dropped dead from exhaustion, probably some newbies who have yet to walk the talk.
Travis was always the go-getter, the city-type slick who was in control of things and make sure he's still in control. He was the domineering type, demanding, frankly speaking the corporate bitch who knew what was going on and needed to call his resource high and low to keep things in control.
"I admit, I'm a control freak, but there's something I can't control..." Then he suddenly turned quiet.
"Now I get it," I spurted an answer. "You can't control love."
"When I fall in love I'm still totally different person. I get crazy, I get madly in love with someone even after the first fuck." He said. I nonchalantly turned my eyes away and try to check if anybody in the coffee shop was listening to our conversation.
"Love is controlling me, and it's bad." He added. "So what should I do?"
Why is it when in deep intense love we tend to overcome our inhibitions and feel the outmost almost delusional feeling of falling in love. Perhaps love for most people is a stress reliever in these days of tough work in whatever field you are.
I had a different story, and that's for me to find out.
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