Title:
Seeing You Too
Name:
Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating: PG
So I took the stupid thing.
No one has ever written me a poem before. I wanted it. Some little part of
immortality. No matter what happens, I will live forever because of those few
words. That sounds like something Logan would say… He was so nervous to show
me. I mean I was surprised when he half-heartedly admitted that he wrote about
me. I think I did pretty well getting that out of him. I never imagined he
would actually show me one he wrote about me. I thought he would show me a poem
about his mom or a sunset. Something goofy like that- not me.
I
wonder if there are others… I doubt he'll show me after the way I took off. I
shouldn't have done that, but emotions were running too high. I was nearly in
tears for god's sake. These few words got to me. I guess it's not really the
words… He's the one that got to me… How does he do that? I have tried so hard
to not let him get to me, but the feelings keep coming. Lydecker would be so
disappointed. I know Zack is, then again Zack has his own issues.
Maybe if I go over there I can sneak
a look at some of his other poems. He would kill me, though. Maybe not. If it
is out in an obvious place, I'll take it as a sign he trusts me with it. I'm
just not allowed to freak about anything in it… What if he writes about other
women? I mean if there is stuff about fair haired and skinned beauties, those
aren't about me. I don't think I want to read that. I could probably figure out
which ones are written about me… Maybe not. I could just take a peak.
This is stupid. I'm standing in
Logan's living room debating about finding his journal when I know he would be
mad at me if he found me. Oh God, when is he going to realize I took the other
poem? I'm not going to think about that now… I'll just look around a little. If
I don't see the book, I'll go home.
What
if he brought it into his bedroom? I can't go in there- that is his room. I
still hate the thought of him going through my stuff when we first met. Hey,
that's right! He went through everything I owned. He probably even went through
my underwear drawer! Ok, I'll just peak into his bedroom and see if it's on his
nightstand.
I shouldn't have done that… He looks
amazing while he sleeps. Without his glasses on he looks… I don't know…
different, more approachable, sweet. His hair is going everywhere right now.
He's blowing puffs of air through his mouth. He reminds me of a little boy.
What would Logan have been like as a kid? Probably just shorter. Maybe not.
Well, with a father that was one of those manly men, as he put it, maybe Logan
was a prep school brat. Maybe he was a poet or a con artist. Maybe he was the
little boy that would drop coins to look up ladies skirts… Maybe not.
I
don't see the book, but I'm not looking any further than this doorframe. I will
not invade his inner sanctum… His inner sanctum… I haven't looked in the
computer room yet. Goodnight Logan. Sleep well. I have poems to read.
There
it is… There is something on top. What is this? Seeing you… I wonder if
this is new. Well, let's see… Wow… This is about me. What other female in
Logan's life would have motor oil on her cheek? I guess I'm back at wow. Desperation
of his night, huh? I like that. My Angel, My Savior, My Sanity. So I
was his angel in the last poem… Ok, I can do without the butterflies in my
stomach, thank you. I do mean more to him than his own personal cat burglar…
way more. I guess he wanted to prove it to me.
He wanted me to find this. He knew
I'd be back. I guess he knows I took the other poem. The stupid thing is
neither of us will ever mention it. We could carry on a love affair of words
for years, never admitting out loud each was writing the other. Why are we like
this? Because we're both chicken. I edged closer to him about the vacation, and
he stepped back. He edged closer to me by showing me the poem but I stepped
back. My turn. How do I step forward? Maybe by opening his bedroom door again?
Where's a pen? I need a pen. I can
write too. Not like he can, but I can try…
God he is gorgeous while he sleeps.
Night Logan, happy reading when you wake…
Seeing
You Too
Pride and heart
Strength
and gentility
Life and
Love
Laughter
and kindness
Patience in all things
Protection
and worry
Purpose and
mission
With a glass of wine and a fine meal
And maybe
My Knight
My
Side-Kick
My Anchor