Old Piece of Writing..

I think I probably wrote this sometime in May 2005.


On the eve of such a horrible event that shook them both to the core, the eve of a friends death. They sat in her living room talking, trying to rationalize what had just happened. Attempting to understand what really happened to their friend.. They sat together for hours just talking.

At some point she had leaned over and had come to rest her head on his chest, so now she was half laying down. She was trying not to fall asleep even though she really needed to rest because she had work the next morning. So she lay there listening to what he was saying and listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Where she was so tired she asked to be excused if her falling asleep were to happen and snuggled in. She had her arm slung across his waist and was massaging his side. A feeble attempt in comforting him for she had no clue what to say. With the exception of reminding him that she would be there to listen and that she loved him.

After a while when nothing more could be said they just sat there, holding each other. Taking comfort in each others closeness. She continued to massage his side still not knowing what to do or say.

He began rubbing her arm and then up and down her side. It felt very good. And she actually started to feel guilty for the pleasure she was feeling in the midst of so much unhappiness.

When she raised her head to say something about it, she looked up and looked into his eyes. All she could see was this tremendous sorrow and need. It was hard to tell which was stronger, the sorrow or the need for human contact.

In that split second when she looked in his eyes and felt that she was looking at his soul. She felt like she was being pulled in. And as she tilted her head further back and he cradled the back of her neck with his hand, they kissed. It was innocent enough, but it felt like if she didn't have more than just that one kiss that she would drown. That the only way to save herself was to be pulled in to the torrential storm. To abandon what little sense that remained.

She abandoned her wits. Greed or need on her part? She had no clue. But then when they kissed again and her brain drowned. She could only exist right then and right there. With the only shelter from the storm being him.. Maybe they were the storm.

So many emotions that night. So many things left unsaid. Its sad that what brought them together was such a tragic event. And maybe she saw things that weren’t there.. Or maybe they were. Maybe she was naïve and a romantic at that.





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