I suppose that it's time for one final and profound truth about Marcia.
Whether you happen to like it or not.
I stood there at that buffet table, as Marcia smiled up at me, and I was mildly surprised not to feel anything in response.
No grief, no anguish, no torment. Nothing.
Slightly puzzled, I turned my attention inward, to the area that my feelings for Marcia had long ago occupied. Once upon a time, this was a treasure room, filled with glittering gold and gems. The
For you youngsters, think Nicholas Cage's National Treasure...on a vastly smaller scale.
Introspective, I was intrigued to find a rather large, dark and completely empty room. No sign of all that had once filled it, my feet echoed on the hard floor. Questing, I found not a trace of that which once resided here, feelings that I knew all too intimately.
For those of you not terribly good with metaphors, that means that I don't have those feelings for Marcia any longer. They have long since vanished.
That pleased me.
The funny thing is, this description is exactly how I was seeing it in my mind. At the same time standing there carrying on a conversation at the buffet table with Marcia and her mother.
However, back toward one corner I noticed something glowing brightly.
When I looked closer, I saw that it was tiny, but pure and clean. Shining white with no heat.
I don't know exactly what this something was, perhaps I'll never know. I can only attempt to describe it as something akin to simple joy. Purity. Peace. That tiny spot was the only thing now occupying that rather oversized room.
I had never encountered it's like before.
I didn't investigate closely, the cool bright spot had no pull on me, it simply was.
Satisfaction, in and of itself.
Completely content, I turned and walked from the room, closing the door behind me.
In case you can't guess, you're completely on your own for that particular metaphor.
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