Choice
November 16, 2008 by estelaaque
That day, I decided not to love him anymore,
nor think of him or look him in the eye.
That day, I decided to quit even without starting,
even without knowing the prospects of love,
even without feeling his embrace.
That day I decided.
How does he kiss, I do not know.
How does he love, I will never fathom.
That day, I decided to stop loving him
without knowing why.
My friend Kenneth wrote this. If I were writing this, the difference would be the last line. Because I know. And I would have been playing My Almost Lover in the background.
It’s not about running away. It’s about good judgement. 
good job in choosing a more euphemised title for this piece. Your claimed insanity has a saner choice of words than coitus interruptus!
Amen, to your good judgement, in words and otherwise.