Stuck on a Web

You are the brightest, smartest, wittiest person I’ve ever known. No, you don’t intimidate me with your vast knowledge of anything. And no, you absolutely don’t scare me with your wide range of vocabularies. In fact, all of those were the reasons why I love you.

I love you for you are bright like the sun rays when the sky is clear. Your touch heats up my cheeks—it reddens until it matches the color of your lips. Your hug warms me up when I’m cold and tired.

I love you for you are smart but you don’t exceed Albert Einstein. Still you are smart because you can help me find the value of x and y in my Math assignment. You could easily navigate your way in the science laboratory and help me on mixing chemicals I don’t even know their names.

I love you for you are witty and you name yourself Witty the Pooh or Witty Bird. Your remarks on my everyday issues lighten up my day. Your corny jokes can easily make me smile.

I love your big words and intelligent questions. But little did I know that those things were the things that will destroy me.

Still, I was a fool for believing every little thing you say—mesmerized when you say compliments about me. I was hypnotized every time you say my name like it’s a beautiful name, like there’s no one could ever pronounce it like you do. The way your lips curve and your tongue clicks makes me want to say your name louder and louder until the time comes when you are mine.

I assumed all of this, apparently, for you weaved your words carefully. I expected that I was special. I thought that I was the one destined for you when the words slipped your lips but it turned out, that’s who you are, nothing more, nothing less. No endearment, no love, just plain you.

And I was a fool to fall for such little things—no, for big things, important details. Yet you don’t love me like I love you. And all I can say is that your words are your art and you are a great weaver of words like a spider who weaves its web. So great I was captured by it and now, I am your prey and you are my predator. I gave you my heart but it only got stuck on your web. And like every spider, you’ll just devour whatever that got stuck on it.

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