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Entry V Feb 15, 2008
I chanced upon this pack of papers when I was looking for a leash I'm sure I bought for Jack but mysteriously disappeared. It's tied together with the letters I exchanged with Alex, and had just sat in the corner of the dark, gloomy attic collecting dust for two years. It's quite an interesting experience looking at these papers that reflected and charted my relationship with Alex, in its early stages, that is, and its abrupt, heart-wrenching end. Well, I'm happy to say that just yesterday, we had, seated at the sofa, read this together.
I was still a little stunned then, by what had happened just now and other startling revelations I had just learned of. His hand, resting on mine, caressing it gently, seemed so surreal. Was it really there? Was he really sitting just inches away from me? Or was this just a mirage, a figment of my imagination?
I wonder if he knows that his mouth moves almost subconsciously as he reads. When he read Entry IV, and my heart constricted, making me feel a familiar pang of pain, he turned to me. I looked into his eyes. They were large and expressive, seeming to reflect sorrow, happiness, and ultimately, love. He apologized.
"It's not your fault. Please don't say that." I smiled, intertwining my fingers with his. He smiled back at me. We kissed again, just like before that, when it seemed like we would never stop. I felt elated and contented, a feeling of satisfaction that I had never felt before rose inside me.
Jack barked all of a sudden, and I jumped, turning a little to look at her. Her leash dangled from her mouth. My smile widened, if that was possible. What a clever dog, for her to find it herself. Alex was still nuzzling my cheek gently and I turned back to him. We kissed again, then I pulled away.
"Let's go for a walk," Alex said, voicing out what was in my mind. I agreed. "But I have to change first." I said, smiling. I think that was the first time I smiled so much and so sincerely.
I walked into my room, turning to close the door behind me. After pulling on a pair of dark blue trackpants and a lavender t-shirt, I put on a pair of earrings and walked out.
Alex was standing at the window, his back to me. I followed his pensive gaze. The thing that had captured his attention was a tall, bright green tree. It seemed radiant, hale. It reminded me of the time I told Alex that I missed it, not knowing that he would promptly send one over to the patch of grass outside the window of my apartment. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it, delighted, actually; not only because of its mere presence but rather because Alex had cared, had loved me enough to bring a tree or a seed or whatever form it was in all the way from the quiet outskirts of Chicago to the busy, bustling downtown district, just for me.
"I love that tree," I informed him as I stepped forward. He turned around, startled, and smiled warmly at me, opening his mouth to reply.
"I love the tree you planted for me too." I added.
"Good. At least I didn't drive it all the way there and plant it for nothing." He said.
I bent down and picked up Jack's leash. Alex took my other hand and we walked out.
As we walked, we talked. He asked me about my life, my job, my 'boyfriend', my dog. He wondered why Jack was called Jack although she was female. I told him that it was because I didn't know her gender at first, and didn't think of checking, since she looked so aggressive and well, male. By the time I found out, the name had stuck. We shared angry words about Morgan and he answered my questions in full pretty frankly, seeming to trust me enough to reveal everything about his personal life. That made my heart swell with joy and without the slightest hesitation I kissed him soundly, on the lips.
After a while, we sat down on the grass, staring at the lake, its vast, placid waters. Alex wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I leaned against him as we looked at the sunset. I had imagined this moment countless times, now that it had actually happened, I was ecstastic. It turns out, when something one wishes for come true, the feeling of joy is even more overwhelming.
We sat there, leaning against each other and watched the sky in silence. It was a myriad of colours, a repertoire not only consisting of shades of red but also purple. A large previously blank canvas, became a work of art.
We sat there, and enjoyed the sunset together. At moments like those, there was no need for words.
Kate Forster
Entry VI Feb 16, 2008
Yesterday, I slept with Alex. No, I don't mean I, you know, made out with him or other images that sentence had conjured up in your mind. We just shared a bed, that's all. It's weird, how people always associate sleeping with someone to having sex with that person, which, in my opinion, is quite an erroneous misconception. Does that mean that if two people of the opposite sex sleep together, they will end up having sex. Okay, maybe that's true for normal cases, but not for Alex and I. He's not the kind that goes out with hot chicks or has one-night-stands on a regular basis. He hasn't made any advances at me, except to kiss me and say that he loves me, that's all. Which shows that he's not in this for the sex and that me being beautiful( that's what he said, but I think he's wrong, of course) is not the main reason he loves me. I guess that's why I love him. He's different, in a good sense.
Anyway, on the way back after dinner in the city, I asked him if he could stay at the lake house with me tonight, instead of going back to his apartment. He looked stunned, and my cheeks burned and I sorely regretted my visceral actions. He soon regained his composure and agreed. I could almost hear a hint of joy and doubt in his reply. Where was he going to sleep? I'm sure that question lingered in his mind, but he managed to restrain himself. I thanked him for agreeing gratefully. Well, the truth is, I asked him to do so because I was scared. Scared to wake up and find out I'm still the lonely, unsignificant person I was in 2006. Scared to go to his apartment and find that he had somehow went back to 2006 and that I would not be able to meet him. Scared that I would never be able to see him again, that I won't be able to hold his hand, kiss him, breathe in the musky scent he always seems to possess.
Once we reached there, I changed into a nightgown, while Alex had a drink. The garment I wore was lavender, and was my favourite one. When I walked into the room, he looked surprised. Then he smiled, the smile I had gotten used to and loved, and said that I looked beautiful. That flattered me, I admit and I opened my mouth to reply when he leaned forward, cradling the glass in his hands, and looked at me quizzically, "So where are we going to sleep?"
"Uh..." To tell the truth, I haven't really thought of that. "I'll sleep on the couch and you can sleep on the bed." There was actually another bedroom in the house, but since no one else lived with me, I had converted it to a study and mini library, so that was out of question.
"No," Alex objected. "I'll sleep on the couch, and you can sleep on the bed."
I shook my head firmly. "But I live here, so that means you're the guest, so you have to sleep on the bed." My words were accompanied with an insistent glare, but he merely laughed.
"You look cute like that. No, I won't sleep on the bed, you're the lady, so you can sleep on the bed."
We stared at each other, then at the same time, we rushed for the couch. Alex got there first, and I ended up on top of him. We laughed, and I clutched his hand.
Then I was suddenly aware that his nose was barely inches from mine, and that I was sprawled on top of him, on a couch. I stopped laughing, and so did he. There was a viscous, awkward silence, but I made no move to get off. Well, I kind of liked it there. Then he seemed to make a decision, and he kissed me, pulling me even closer than before. I felt a warm feeling of pleasure, but after a while, I pulled away. Swallowing, I haltingly suggested,"Alex, why don't we..."my voice trailed off.
"Why don't we what?" he asked, evidently puzzled yet hopeful as well. I stared at him. Oh my God, he's gorgeous.
"Why don't we sleep together on the bed, I mean, not that kind of sleep together, just..."My cheeks flamed.
"Okay, if that's alright with you," he replied easily.
He took my hand and led me there. I lay down and switched off the light. Feeling his arm wrap around me, I tensed, just a little. But he noticed it, and paused. I shifted closer to him, and in the end, I fell asleep in his arms, dreaming of him the entire night.
Kate Forster
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