July 23, 2005
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do i have it back? i have no clue; read and tell me what you think.
As the sun dipped down below the horizon, we drank from the case of Bud Light you had brought over, sneaking in kisses every couple of sips, never letting it progress into something heavier and more passionate.
We became drunk on each other and on the beer – laughing and joking and playfully flirting as if we never hurt each other in the past, as if our hearts were never broken apart by the casual and so-called meaningless sex we engaged in for years until we both got caught up in the feelings and emotions and instead of trying it out we just stopped it all.
I never knew I was falling in love with you, or that you were falling in love with me, until you agreed to come with me as my escort to my sister’s wedding knowing that my entire family would be there, asking us a million questions about our relationship status. You were so amazing that night, dancing with my aunts and grandmother over and over again while they fanned themselves because they knew you were the most handsome one there in my mind. And when my cousin’s daughter fell asleep on your lap, her head against your chest and her legs sprawled across yours I thought my heart melted as you smiled and waved to me across the dance floor as I pretended to enjoy being with the person I was waltzing with.
Here we sat, together but not together – thoughts running rampant in my mind as to whether you cared as much as you said you did, if you understood how many nights my heart had longed for your warm body to sleep next to mine. Your eyes sparkled as you drank from the can, almost choking as you laughed at something we were reminiscing about. It was like yesterday was the last day I saw you, even though it had been months.
Your gentle touch sent shivers up my spine and down my legs, weakening my knees into puddles of mush. I sought in your voice the words of the past – the promises of never leaving and always being there and loving me.
As your lips touched mine, I held on longer. I wrapped my arms around your neck and pulled me into you, lingering against you as passion rose. I wanted you. I needed you.
Our mouths tasted like beer and vanilla ice cream, tongues intertwining as our breath got shallower – we were one, meshed together – unbreakable, undeniable, and I was falling in love with you all over again as your hands searched my body and mine did the same on yours. I caught your hand in mine – your rough spots brushed against my delicate ones, perfect in each other.
I was falling into you, hoping you would catch me, praying that this was right and not wrong and every jump I had ever made would be made up by this one. I risked it all – everything, and when you told me I was beautiful and kept on complimenting me, I couldn’t help but say
I love you
Comments (10)
I don’t deal in love, as I’m a sociopath.
Thanks for the comment….however I been drinking beer all night, and it aint helping…..What does is knowing that if he loved me he’d be calling and trying to talk me out of the decision I’ve made… Life’s a bitch, but I’ll get over it!
Thanks,
Sherene
Well-written and heart-reaching.
I like your word choice in many places. My fiance and I often talk about being drunk on each other.
Cry’s I think it’s working but now I need an effexor! Ha ha. Your such a sweetie, thank you so much. Sorry about the rino……….It was the nicest thing I could find.
Love Steph
I started to read , and decided thats probavly not the thing for me to do at the moment. However I’m sure its lovely, when my emotions are stble I’ll come back and check it out
Well, I do believe you’re back. Lovely
Another masterpiece. I am not sure how you do it.
Always entertaining. I don’t think I’ve seen you write a bad story.
I love the sensations you write into this, like vanilla and beer.
Amazing news on the girls…………come and read when you can. I am still in shock and may be in the wrong field. I seem to have a magic touch.
Love Steph