Ain't No Cheese

I felt physically torn between too many places; my emotions were being strewn about in a careless fashion much to my dismay, and hardly due to my willingness. I felt trapped. I felt alone. I felt invisible and smothered at the same time. "HEY!" shouts a bull-headed cowboy in the deep heat of passion. The carelessness stopped as my heart fluttered and then sunk, knowing this cowboy, this love-drenched barbarian, was all too familiar. I've already known him -- I've already been there and experienced those tangled snarls of fury and lust and ignorance. And of course, when his mixed feelings on love and devotion and sentiments became fully apparent in the sad doe eyes of a deer, I ended a yawn with a smirk. I've lived that. I would give anything to keep living it. My eyes wouldn't leave him.
The swarm of emotions I felt came rushing out of me and pumped up my adrenaline to a degree of pure hysteria. Laughter took on a mind of its own as we skipped in cowboy boots across the street to the beats of old tycoons, spewing Southern phrases and crazed guffaws. This absurdity followed us to barstools and fries with forks -- we could not escape.
Still my mind saw the passionate cowboy. I knew him all too well and wondered if he would ever leave. I realized he would...when I let him.