Intimate thoughts
This night as so many others I cannot find rest. As soon as I close my eyes her face appears. She is so near to me and yet still out of reach. I stretch my hand toward her to caress her cheek, to pass my hand through her long blond hair, but inevitably she avoids my hand, turns and moves away. She flees from me.
I like her strength, her fiery temperament, her smile, the way she looks at me. Everything about her attracts me to her unquestionably. But against all reason she continues to refuse me. Every time I make a step to bring her closer to me, she is afraid. I know of her attraction, but she hesitates, is fearful. How can I make her understand her that she must not run from her feelings.
And then there are the others. One of them always manages to get in the way. They stop me from being alone with her.
Emma! I curse her every time she interrupts us.
Every time she begins to flee from me, she escapes.
How can I keep her close to me, so that she finally follows me. What will she accept from me, to deliver me her heart? I know that she is already desperately infatuated? I feel it, I see it in each of her gestures to me. I know that she thinks as I do, I read it in her eyes when she looks at me.
I know that as me she is conscious of the tie that unites us. We are similar she and I.
Unable to sleep, I rise and I stroll the passageways. She is very near in my mind. I imagine her joining me and I take her in my arms, I finally kiss her. I reopen my eyes and there is nothing but emptiness around me. Then I take hold of her photo, I touch her face. This face so tender that I smile. And my thoughts take back me toward her. She haunts me day and night.
I look at her in sleep, I watch her when she trains, when she leaves I follow her. Hidden in a corner I supervise her. I like to see her to dance too. Her body so sensual that waves to the rhythm of music. I hold back from standing and going to her to take her in my arms; because I know without doubt that she will flee me.
No other girl has this effect on me. She is the only one that knows how to make me vibrate by a simple smile. And yet she is also the only one that escapes from me.
I comfort myself in the arms of others, hoping that seeing me with then she will understand. That she will end up admitting to her feelings. But my hopes run away little by little as I see that it makes no difference. She doesn't see how mad this drives me.
I speak to her, tried to make her understand, but she continues to ignore me, refuses to listen to me. I can't handle this situation anymore. I need to act. It doesn't matter what I have to do, I am ready for anything. I am not afraid of anything from now on.
A hand lands on my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts. I turn around toward her but it is not the one that I hoped. It is not Shalimar that is in front of me. Yet I smile at her, she knows and understands my pain.
-Can't you sleep? Are you thinking about her?
-You don't have the right to read my thoughts.
-I want to help you.
-I need to be alone, leave me! I answer, irritated.
I get ready to leave, but she keeps me a moment longer.
-If it pleases you.
I withdraw her hand as if the contact disgusts me and I leave without a look. I hear her to shout my name then:
-Gabriel!
END
Un grand Merci à Ferae Naturae pour avoir prit le temps de corrigée ma fic.
A big Thank you for Ferae Naturae to have took the time of corrected my fic.
This night as so many others I cannot find rest. As soon as I close my eyes her face appears. She is so near to me and yet still out of reach. I stretch my hand toward her to caress her cheek, to pass my hand through her long blond hair, but inevitably she avoids my hand, turns and moves away. She flees from me.
I like her strength, her fiery temperament, her smile, the way she looks at me. Everything about her attracts me to her unquestionably. But against all reason she continues to refuse me. Every time I make a step to bring her closer to me, she is afraid. I know of her attraction, but she hesitates, is fearful. How can I make her understand her that she must not run from her feelings.
And then there are the others. One of them always manages to get in the way. They stop me from being alone with her.
Emma! I curse her every time she interrupts us.
Every time she begins to flee from me, she escapes.
How can I keep her close to me, so that she finally follows me. What will she accept from me, to deliver me her heart? I know that she is already desperately infatuated? I feel it, I see it in each of her gestures to me. I know that she thinks as I do, I read it in her eyes when she looks at me.
I know that as me she is conscious of the tie that unites us. We are similar she and I.
Unable to sleep, I rise and I stroll the passageways. She is very near in my mind. I imagine her joining me and I take her in my arms, I finally kiss her. I reopen my eyes and there is nothing but emptiness around me. Then I take hold of her photo, I touch her face. This face so tender that I smile. And my thoughts take back me toward her. She haunts me day and night.
I look at her in sleep, I watch her when she trains, when she leaves I follow her. Hidden in a corner I supervise her. I like to see her to dance too. Her body so sensual that waves to the rhythm of music. I hold back from standing and going to her to take her in my arms; because I know without doubt that she will flee me.
No other girl has this effect on me. She is the only one that knows how to make me vibrate by a simple smile. And yet she is also the only one that escapes from me.
I comfort myself in the arms of others, hoping that seeing me with then she will understand. That she will end up admitting to her feelings. But my hopes run away little by little as I see that it makes no difference. She doesn't see how mad this drives me.
I speak to her, tried to make her understand, but she continues to ignore me, refuses to listen to me. I can't handle this situation anymore. I need to act. It doesn't matter what I have to do, I am ready for anything. I am not afraid of anything from now on.
A hand lands on my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts. I turn around toward her but it is not the one that I hoped. It is not Shalimar that is in front of me. Yet I smile at her, she knows and understands my pain.
-Can't you sleep? Are you thinking about her?
-You don't have the right to read my thoughts.
-I want to help you.
-I need to be alone, leave me! I answer, irritated.
I get ready to leave, but she keeps me a moment longer.
-If it pleases you.
I withdraw her hand as if the contact disgusts me and I leave without a look. I hear her to shout my name then:
-Gabriel!
END
Un grand Merci à Ferae Naturae pour avoir prit le temps de corrigée ma fic.
A big Thank you for Ferae Naturae to have took the time of corrected my fic.