She remembered their beginnings. Years later she had been embarrassed
at their start, but to be fair, he had been as well. She remembered the
first day she met him, how miserable he made her. Over time, her feelings
towards him changed, and despite her best efforts she had to admit it, she
had fallen for him. She remembered how even his scent, announcing his
presence before she even saw him made her weak in the knees. Years later
that mix of cologne and something which was entirely his own, still drove
her wild.
And then things got bad. He disappeared from her life, making her more miserable than his appearance. She was disappointed in herself for allowing her to get attached to something she knew could never be truly hers. But in true spirit of her heritage, she moved on with her life.
She pushed him to the farthest reaches of her mind; only in dreams did he enter her thoughts. Her life continues, and she could say that in that time of her life she was contented with things as they were. She met others, had her heart broken once or twice, and broke a heart a time or two, herself. Things were going well, until she smelled something in the air, something she had not smelled for many years. He came up behind her, whispering in her ear, a nickname, long forgotten. She turned around and he smiled, laughed. She too smiled, hugging him, shocking him. Coffee was of course the next course of action, followed by several hours of catching up, with the promise of more days to continue. Continued discussions of the past lead to the beginning of discussions of the present. More and more time was spent together. She insisted that they remain "just friends", he agreed, but both were secretly yearned for more. The flame of passion which had ignited years earlier was quickly growing stronger, turning from a flame of passion to an inferno of desire. It amused her, as a writer, how utterly clichéd that night was. A perfect example of pathetic fallacy. A week long heat wave. Night after night of rumbling thunder, no hint of rain. He had been avoiding her all that week. The carefully set barriers he had constructed to protect himself were losing strength, growing increasingly weak by the hour. If he saw her, he did not know if he would be able to control himself, yet he could not ask her to give what he needed, was not willing to risk it, losing her once again. She had said time and time again they were friends, never giving the impression that she wanted more. But he needed more. Friendship would soon no longer be enough. He wanted her, needed her mind body and soul. She had no idea why she was going over to him, especially with the intentions she had. She wanted to go to him, ask him to be. well what she did not quite know, but this friend thing she knew was not it. She had reiterated the friend thing so often so as to protect herself from getting hurt. She had no idea if he came at all close to reciprocating her feelings, but the heat had made her restless and she needed to talk to him, to find out. She went over to his apartment. The air was heavy with the heat, the rumblings of thunder ever present. She knocked on his door, and heard a voice from within say it was open. She walked in and saw him on his balcony. He had not turned around yet; he called out and asked how much he owed. She went outside, and he turned around, money in his hand. He didn't move. He just stared at her, not believing that she was there. He took a quick few breaths trying to regain his composure, to be able to put together a coherent sentence. He was about to say something when she spoke his name. It was as simple as that. That one word, the sound of his own name, rolling of her tongue was enough to shatter and control he might have had. He had been about to ask her to leave, but the moment she opened her mouth, he knew those words were never going to be spoken. He crossed to one step between them, grabbed her and kissed her, with every trace of heat which had ever been between them. Her resolve too shattered, she kissed him back with all her yearning and desire. A crack of thunder, followed by a bolt of lightening, lighting up the whole sky, and ad they joined together in release of all their pent up frustration, heaven opened up and poured down on them.
And then things got bad. He disappeared from her life, making her more miserable than his appearance. She was disappointed in herself for allowing her to get attached to something she knew could never be truly hers. But in true spirit of her heritage, she moved on with her life.
She pushed him to the farthest reaches of her mind; only in dreams did he enter her thoughts. Her life continues, and she could say that in that time of her life she was contented with things as they were. She met others, had her heart broken once or twice, and broke a heart a time or two, herself. Things were going well, until she smelled something in the air, something she had not smelled for many years. He came up behind her, whispering in her ear, a nickname, long forgotten. She turned around and he smiled, laughed. She too smiled, hugging him, shocking him. Coffee was of course the next course of action, followed by several hours of catching up, with the promise of more days to continue. Continued discussions of the past lead to the beginning of discussions of the present. More and more time was spent together. She insisted that they remain "just friends", he agreed, but both were secretly yearned for more. The flame of passion which had ignited years earlier was quickly growing stronger, turning from a flame of passion to an inferno of desire. It amused her, as a writer, how utterly clichéd that night was. A perfect example of pathetic fallacy. A week long heat wave. Night after night of rumbling thunder, no hint of rain. He had been avoiding her all that week. The carefully set barriers he had constructed to protect himself were losing strength, growing increasingly weak by the hour. If he saw her, he did not know if he would be able to control himself, yet he could not ask her to give what he needed, was not willing to risk it, losing her once again. She had said time and time again they were friends, never giving the impression that she wanted more. But he needed more. Friendship would soon no longer be enough. He wanted her, needed her mind body and soul. She had no idea why she was going over to him, especially with the intentions she had. She wanted to go to him, ask him to be. well what she did not quite know, but this friend thing she knew was not it. She had reiterated the friend thing so often so as to protect herself from getting hurt. She had no idea if he came at all close to reciprocating her feelings, but the heat had made her restless and she needed to talk to him, to find out. She went over to his apartment. The air was heavy with the heat, the rumblings of thunder ever present. She knocked on his door, and heard a voice from within say it was open. She walked in and saw him on his balcony. He had not turned around yet; he called out and asked how much he owed. She went outside, and he turned around, money in his hand. He didn't move. He just stared at her, not believing that she was there. He took a quick few breaths trying to regain his composure, to be able to put together a coherent sentence. He was about to say something when she spoke his name. It was as simple as that. That one word, the sound of his own name, rolling of her tongue was enough to shatter and control he might have had. He had been about to ask her to leave, but the moment she opened her mouth, he knew those words were never going to be spoken. He crossed to one step between them, grabbed her and kissed her, with every trace of heat which had ever been between them. Her resolve too shattered, she kissed him back with all her yearning and desire. A crack of thunder, followed by a bolt of lightening, lighting up the whole sky, and ad they joined together in release of all their pent up frustration, heaven opened up and poured down on them.