Wondering why he bothered.
Wondering why SHE bothered.
Wondering about the meaning of life, the meaning of it all...whether there were any meaning AT all.
But especially wondering whether this were about devotion, obsession, a combinatoin of the two...or something else entirely?
So many thoughts; so many threads - from where it began, to where it fall apart...and where they were now. Because, despite the lows, they both kept coming back.
Which of them was the bigger masochist?
At least she had an excuse: she made NO bones about being a switch. As for him, though? He definitely had had to re-think...well, pretty much EVERY position he thought he held - and held dear - since having met her. Everything from his appreciation of cyberspace, cyber love - and his perspective on the interactions therein.
Not that it was ALL about them - or even her. No, since the time they'd first met, he'd had his fair share of interactions - and not just in virtual reality. And perhaps the more real, 'flesh and blood' encounters had as much to do with his curent epiphanies as anything.
Fact was, whither real life or cyber, ALL were...intermingled. One fed off the other. Because, when imagination, and fantasy, were a HUGE part of...any...interaction, flesh certainly had its place, but only within the context of imagination, and desire, made real.
Where had it all begun, though? Perhaps that would be as good a place to start as any...
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