Here's another. Still short and the next one is short too, but then they get longer. :) R&R
Hurricanes
Romance. A word that hadn't entered my mind in well…forever. Somehow that word slipped past my walls and the delivery man was named Gil Grissom. I came to Las Vegas with a mission: get this job done and get the hell out of here. Instead I landed on the freaking "Go directly past GO and do not collect $200" square. It seemed that GO was getting this damn job done and not collecting that 200 somehow meant that my ass was going to be firmly planted in Las Vegas for a very long time. That's not probably the best way to describe it, but right now, it is the only way I can think of to describe it. So I called the only person in SF that would pack up my belongings and send them to my new address in Las Vegas.
It didn't take more than a few minutes to realize that Gil Grissom was still the same old guy I had known back in college and it didn't take me more than a few seconds after realizing this to go through every swear world in the known world in my head. Five weeks later I realized that I had my first crush. A little late in the game, but it was happening. I cursed Gil to Hell for making it happen. This wasn't supposed to happen, but it was. I wrote it off because I had studied the other girls when I was younger. Their crushes wouldn't last longer than a few weeks so why shouldn't mine? So I went on recognizing this schoolgirl crush. One week. Two weeks. Three weeks. Four weeks. Oh I'm in some deep shit now.
It didn't go away. Instead it traveled from my brain to the center of my heart and it wasn't one of those slow acting diseases either. It went fast and it hit hard. I didn't believe it at first. Instead I dreamed that I had taken a medicine before bed and when I woke up, PRESTO! The want is gone. When I opened my eyes from my dream, it didn't work like it always did. The want was still there. So I kept trying. No go. I tried to forget him. Nope, this disease wasn't having any of it. Then, one night I had the solution. The only way to fight romance, was to fight it back with romance. I went to work that night with a plan.
That's how I ended up in the eye of Hurricane Hank. You may ask why I chose hurricane to describe this man. Well, because our whole relationship was spent in the eye of the storm. I was blissfully unaware of the quick and very painful hell I was going to go through once the edge of the eye reached us. When it did reach us, my tears could only be described as the torrents of rain that fall during these types of storms and the wind could only be described as the anger. The anger, not directed at Hank, but at me. Why the fuck I thought that this could keep my mind off of Gil is something I will never understand because after I found about Hank's other life, all I wanted to do was run to Gil and tell him all about Hurricane Hank.
Maybe if I went to church, God would listen to my pleas.