So much, so much, so much love💖
Dimension: SKIP – Super Short Stories
Author: Peter Matthew Check
Date: May 21, 2025
He gave up. It didn’t matter how old he was, it didn’t matter how old she was. What mattered was the connection that existed between them. Through time. Through space, through age, through different financial circumstances—it didn’t matter. It worked for them, and then—suddenly—it was gone. Like a wave of a magic wand. Their little house of cards built from hearts simply collapsed.
It came suddenly, unexpectedly, and in its own harsh way.
Okay. She caused it, because she had someone else, and he was the one who had to pull the shorter end of the breakup rope.
He took it like a man.
He didn’t go drinking; he went running. To get it out of his system. In the evening before bed: no internet porn, just heavy weights until total exhaustion, then a quick shower and blissful sleep without thoughts of her, without sexual tension.
Living like this seemed like a path for the coming days of forgetting.
Although it initially seemed like a good plan, it didn’t last long. Soon, silencing his body through running and exercise reached its limits, and he had to face the boundless desire that surged from every part of his body, from his heart, from every cell of his being—literally from his very essence.
And here arose a problem that many women of the level he demanded would have liked to solve spectacularly. He was rather particular about hygiene, scent, safety, and—attention (!)—also about the quality, variety, and inventiveness of lovemaking. And the same standards he invested in relationships, he expected, or at least secretly, subconsciously demanded, from his sexual partner.
So… since you are reading a SKIP—a super short story—there isn’t much space to elaborate, so let’s quickly get to the point. Let’s recap.
After a beautiful relationship, there remained so much, so much, so much love—and no one to give it to? He would have given his body and soul to the first person who even hinted at interest. But such periods in life are complicated, because they carry a brutal emphasis on shortening the time needed for new love to take root.
And you, dear reader, may be finishing this little piece eagerly, wanting to know how he dealt with that cart of love he was dragging behind him, which weighed more and more each day of solitude, and which he didn’t know how to get rid of. Is there a universal recipe for it?
He searched for it. And in the end—he found it. He succeeded in his private mission to escape loneliness. He stumbled across the short story School of Angels on the internet. He read it with interest, understood it, and acknowledged its validity.
His desire found fulfillment. Not through the body, but through the soul, the heart, and MOST IMPORTANTLY—THE MIND. Read this short story. It won’t take even four minutes. And perhaps its message, with which you resonate, will open your eyes to the perception of (futile) love-relationships that sooner or later fall apart, and which you already sense, when entering them, will end that way. Maybe you’ll then view solitude and relationships from a slightly different angle.
Maybe you’ll understand, and feel relief. Just as he understood, just as he felt relief after reading School of Angels.
💖😇 I want to read School of Angels 😇 💖
