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Faded Blue Jeans And Raspberry Iced Tea (La Suite)
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Faded Blue Jeans And Raspberry Iced Tea (La Suite) |
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Alain DeLaCendres Member
since 1999-07-02
Posts 119Ohio |
The quiet “swoosh” of the rubber strips coming together as the glass doors close behind me brakes my heart. Again I have compromised my heart in light of someone else’s needs. But I’ve grown used to that, haven’t I? “Of course,” says the shield around my heart. My attention is abstractly focused on the crunch of the loose rocks as I step on them, and the swoosh of the doors closing behind me goes in on ear and straight out the other. It occurs to me that I’ve already filed away that swoosh sound in the back of my mind, always to by associated with this day from here on out. “Quite an unusual connection,” I think. A lone shadow projects itself under my foot. It strikes me as ironic that I’m stepping on someone else’s shadow, when I am the one feeling stepped on. The crazy idea of turning around and apologizing streaks through my busy mind. Then, much to my own surprise, I start to turn around and fill my lungs with hot, dry air to fuel the words of my apology. I finish turning around, and what a thing I see. “Ah, but fate deals strange cards sometimes,” I think. All of the air that I had gathered into my lungs jumps out of me without even a goodbye. My busy mind stops, and all it’s well oiled gears scream to a halt. Her face fills my eyes. She is beautiful. Even in those simple green uniform pants and that creme-colored shirt with the store’s logo embroidered on the chest, she is most beautiful. Her faded blue jean eyes hold me in a tight, warm grasp. “Never let me go,” my heart whines. I think we are making quite a sight. All the people in the parking lot around us are staring at the two of us staring at each other. I can feel their curious eyes. We are saying nothing to one another, words aren’t needed. Our eyes are locked together and our thoughts are one once more. “I think I love you,” I think to her. But yet my ever faithful logical mind reminds me that it is time to go. “It’s time to leave this behind. Time to go home, to return to our responsibilities and obligations,” my mind seductively whispers to my heart. No. Not this time. I won’t walk away from another chance at happiness. But I can’t deny reality. The world crashes back in on me, and I discover that I hate it with a passion. Her faded eyes hold nothing but understanding. They say that she is familiar with the choice that I’m being faced with. She has been in my shoes more than once before. She understands. I make up my mind. I lock away my mind and give me heart free reign. The world will just spin without me for a while. I step closer to her, so that we are standing face to face. I can feel her sweet breath as it slides down my chin. The wonderful aroma of her perfume and her hair pushes me over the edge. I will not deny myself this time. I gather her into my arms and we savor each other’s lips. *note: "La Suite" is french for "The Sequel". And yes, I used present tense (or tried to) in this one instead of past tense like part one..but it just seemed to flow better this time in present tense...well, please be so kind as to rip this apart as any of you see fit...Thank you. ------------------ Tout s'en va, tout passe, l'eau coule, et le couer oublie. |
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