So the healing process has begun; I don't feel pain like before. Now I'm smiling and flirting... oh how I'm flirting! I'm loving every minute of it; but is it real? Every word I say is genuine, every time I say it. Sounds like a crush. It terrifies me. I just know this won't go my way. All my previous misconceptions about Happily Ever After are scattered. My whole belief system has been tossed into a whirlwind of letters and lies and scattered to the different corners of the earth, leaving me to pick up the pieces when I can find them and create new ones, as I go.
I hear new words, in a new voice, from a new mouth. And try to believe them. I do everything I possibly can not to hear the echoes of those old lies from that old double edged tongue. I try to convince myself that they are not all the same; that they all shouldn't pay for what he did to me. I can't go around pinning old wounds on new words. I mustn't. It's just not fair to. But here I am searching through every syllable, every slight of tongue, waiting for the old words to burst from the mouth and stab me.
Oh I'm moving on. I am stronger than ever before. I just need a slower tone now. I need the patient slur of lips, the slow curl of tongue over teeth and a whisper, instead of yell. In time, slow time, gentle time... These new sweet nothings may make the old painful words fade. Time, Is that too much to ask for?
Shhhhhhhhhh don't answer that.