Some time ago, I had shit to do, and I tried writing something... It's not very good, but hey! Read it anyway!
WARNING: Result of overdose chocolate, and too much music!
When the sun set, you were near. Near me and I was happy. As happy as I’d never been. But then, then you were gone. Just gone, gone like the wind…
Without a note, or a text message, or voicemail, nothing reminded me of that you had been here, but the wrinkled sheets and a plate with a half eaten sandwich on it. I knew it would end like this, the night that started so perfect.
When we got together in that bar… It was wonderful. I hadn’t seen you for, what, six years? And then you showed up, with some of your friends. I never knew my best friend was befriended to one of your friends. It’s a small world, isn’t it? Six years…
Last time I saw you was at graduation. It was one of those days when everything goes right. Everyone was happy and yet sad, about having to leave the school we had been on for so many years. Everyone was talking about future plans, studies, universities…
And at the bar, when I saw it was you, when I recognized you, my day just brightened up! I don’t know why… And then you smiled at me and recognized me. You came to me…
I’ve loved you before you know. In eleventh grade. And I thought you liked me too… I never found out. It always was a game of looking and looking away between the two of us, with some sort of tension hanging mid-air…
You came to me and you kissed me on the cheek. Then you started talking about anything and everything, about how long it had been, about how I did, about studies, friends, sports, about yourself, what you’d been up to until then, everything at once. And I knew why I’d loved you. Because you were funny and talkative and you had taste and, not unimportant too, you looked good.
We ordered a drink and talked more and another drink, and even more drinks and then, it must’ve been because of all the drinks, we kissed. Kissed like it was to be our last kiss ever. But now I know that wasn’t our last kiss. Oh, we kissed a lot more that night and we told each other we loved one another. I don’t know if it was the booze or if you meant it. I know I meant it…
When the bar closed we all left. Some of us alone, but we… We left together. And when we got to my apartment… You kissed me. So we ended up inside, driven by lust or love or whatever it was. The rest is a familiar song, played many times before, but never by the two of us.
And now you’re gone. After a night of whispered “Iloveyous” and passion, you just left, without a word. And you didn’t even have the decency to clean up the plate you used. I guess I could clean it up myself, or I could just lay here until there’s nothing left of me. It’s just that that damned doorbell was ringing, else I would have done that.
And so I got up, put on some clothes and walked to the door. I opened it and there you were again, back from the market! You said: “Hey babe, here’s breakfast service.” You kissed me and with that entered my apartment and my life.
Please comment? *Looks up with big puppydog eyes* Please?