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When you grow up with your buddy, there are certain things that change and certain things that don't. The change can range from insignificant, or it could be something as big as a departure between friends. Luckily this trainer hasn't had to make those drastic changes to both his life and his buddy. Spending days and weeks, months and years together with your partner, you grow fond of each other. A love can grow, specially when both witness and experience obstacles in life, albeit some could be traumatic, that allow them to grow together. This is one of many many cases when years of sharing experiences help a bond grow. There's a special kind of love between both partners that can't really be labeled in a broad sense. Of course there are the basics, love of a friend, love of a family, or love of a significant other. But life has many other values of love, a love for music, or a love of food, or even a love of an inanimate object. Those don't take the traditional labels and some trainers have come to understand this complexity.

Life evolves, not just these creatures, and so do people, just not as dramatic as their partners do. While some trainers have several partners or creatures that they have befriended to a certain extent, some trainers do just fine with one that they have worked on in a serious relationship of sorts. It's a weave through life and there are many threads upon which a trainer could walk the path on. Some threads could cross with other threads again in the future, while other paths... require so much energy and emotion that paths around it crumble and seize to exist. Years have a big say on certain paths. With time and age comes certain changes to one's life. Choosing to pursue these changes will drastically change the course of your path a specific way, as well as choosing not to change will give the same effect. This trainer chose to stay close to their partner. Change little as time changes you. No need for those stressful battles, sometimes life was stressful enough as it was. Instead why not have a companion that can just be there to help brighten the days that fall too deep into the clouds and surround your life with gloom.

Sure their companion gained a bit of weight but the trainer saw nothing wrong with that, it was just a different body type. The love was still as strong as ever. That being said, choosing to stay on the path and avoiding change came with its own..... inconveniences. While you might think you can just shut off ideas or imagery from your brain, it has its own way of communicating with you. Suddenly your unchanging eyesight see's things a little different. Your sense grow more fragile to things you have felt all of your life. Or perhaps, your well developed mind has just come to an understanding of a whole new plethora of sensations you may have just not been aware enough to appreciate. No matter the reasoning.. those soft squishy sides you've grabbed countless of times, have a different feel... a different texture... perhaps it's softer now. Such a small soft sensation underneath your fingertips will tick off a unique craving to other parts on your body.

Before they knew it they were trapped in an uncomfortable and hard to comprehend position. The same position that's been done thousands of times... now it's different suddenly. Now the blood rushes to the faces.... and the groin and you're left trying to explain what you yourself haven't been able to perceive. Perhaps you do recognize these emotions and the courage has been swiped from right under your feet. So excuses and pardons are made out of fear of rejection or... fear that the thread you've been marching ever so confidently... will be changed for you. That large fear on it's own will provide you with countless excuses. But who knows... perhaps that fear is the very thing preventing you from catching a hold of that thread you didn't even know you wanted... oh so badly. 


Ah well, on with an awkward chuckle and some really teeth grinding restraint for now. Fear wins another round today ladies and gentlemen, but the war has only just begun. 

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