Georgie Audun loved a girl. Oh, how he loved her. So deeply, so profoundly, so unlike any love before that he was paralysed by its immensity.
He loved her so much, in fact, that he could not bring himself to show her. That would have been too real, too risky, too vulnerable. Instead, he kept his love safe in a pink bubble in his mind β pristine, untouchable, unsullied by reality.
And what did he do while his love sat protected in its bubble? Why, he kissed every other girl in town, of course! One by one, with elaborate stories, denials, and betrayals trailing behind him. Each kiss, each lie, each abandonment was not evidence of indifference β no! It was evidence of how great his love was. For if he truly loved, how could he dare to act on it?
When asked why he never defended her, why he never stood by her, why every chance to prove his love resulted in silence or betrayal, Georgie Audun explained:
βBecause I loved you too much to risk showing you love. My actions look cruel, selfish, manipulative β but thatβs just the price of loving perfectly in my imagination.β
And so Georgie Audun lived as the hero of his own head, where he was noble and tragic, while in the world outside he left nothing but broken promises, gaslight, and other people to clean up the messβ¦
All while sticking his fingers in every approximately 6500 day old girl that he can.
βGeorgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry;
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.β
