CHANGE
...h each poisoned syllable that spat from our mouths. Then the chemical switches coming into operation. Masking the hurts, putting on the brave faces, adopting indifference like defensive cloaks to parade to the world and each other. Infatuation friends will say, infatuation, that`s what it was. But infatuation is just a pretend word used to describe a misunderstanding of what`s really happened, a word to mask deep internal passion changing in the blink of an eye to disillusionment and pain. A roadblock of the mind where the pile up of the emotions causes injury to self and esteem. Ego is the biggest casualty. In the frontal lobe myriads of neural pathways, where dendrites and axons meet in sparking synapses, wind and turn across the outer surface of the brain. Some of the pathways close down as the nodes of ranvier contract, like out of date electrical substations being shut down. New pathways are sought and found. Chemical triggers make the new direction permanent. The selective memories come down in one`s own favour and the change moves on. All that is needed now is the final push to ram the relays home, the last catalyst to be added for the conversion to be complete. We meet, and spar tentatively, each feeling the other out. Not yet quite willing to commit ourselves to the final battle. We both want it, we both need it to happen, but not just yet. Petty doubts surface causing momentary confusion, a backlash across the old pathways. We banter and mentally circle as time creeps by and tension builds to snapping point. THERE! The first thrust, barb attached, is delivered, but the emotional shields of both sides are stronger now, after all, this moment has been prepared for. Now the fight starts in earnest, no quarter will be given and none shall be asked short of complete freedom. We walk through the streets, we drink in the bars, eventually we get...