Even the smartest man can be a fool and not even know it.
Living life blind to the resentment, to the needs of those closest to his heart.
The arrogance of believing that Camelot won’t come crashing down.
The arrogance of believing that what was once pure cannot become tainted.
The best of intentions become clouded by the worst of judgements.
The most confident decisions become blinded by moments of insecurity and inadequacy gift wrapped in lies and deception.
The most memorable moments become soaked in insincerity.
The love becomes resentment.
Her own arrogance, her own ego, tell her what she needs to do. Tell her what she has to do. To not only win but to survive.
None of those are stronger than her heart. For heart betrays her and her resentment doesn’t push away love but embraces love and makes the hurt that much more painful.
“Do you know how many I have turned down?”
“Do you know how they look at me?”
“Do you know what you did to me?”
More questions than an SAT exam and not nearly enough answers.
More doubt than a tied football game in the closing seconds but there can be no winner.
Looking into her eyes, her tears tearing a hole in his soul, her anguish ripping at the fabric of his manhood.
Wanting to fix it all in one night, wanting to heal it all in one moment.
Needing to turn back the hands of time and give her the time she’d been cheated of. Give her the opportunities taken away from her like a thief in the night.
Wanting her to hate him so that she wouldn’t seem so perfect, even in her pain.
The arrogance of a man goes against forgiveness.
The love of a woman embraces it.
Knowing that a man could touch her or inhale her after him cuts like a sword through flesh and bone and hurts just as much.
Knowing that her love was no longer guaranteed.
His arrogance died.