Post by Devi145 on Jul 8, 2003 23:29:00 GMT -5
I found out words indeed can be cheap when one last moment comes, and you can not say enough so quickly. One beautiful day with my lover appeared perfectly planned. I carefully lit fresh aroma sticks and glowing candles to fill the darkened dense room. I placed plates anxiously waiting to be filled on a light pink cloth that covered a cherry wood dinner table, and began my sensational preparation for my love to arrive. The grandfather clock across the living room’s Caribbean blue carpet stroked 7 o’clock; I was beginning to become immensely frustrated. As I eased myself into a comfortable relaxing chair I began to recall the old times with my darling Nick. They used to call us two love birds, like peas and carrots.
Years before we had realized the passion we carried for each other, Nick and I were best friends. When we were teenagers of course we teased about the dates we went on, we partied late and laughed at the drinkers getting wasted, it was a good time. We grew up together in Coos Bay, Oregon; we’ve shared just about everything in our lives because of close friendships between families and similar likes/dislikes. As time passed by, confessing our love was so easy, it needed no words.
Stomping out of my bedroom, my red silk dress clings hugging to curves restlessly. I had been waiting nervously for hours, on the couch worried by the silent phone. Two hours ago...I was excited, pumped and ready like destined to discuss our future plans and happy on going relationship with my true childhood love. Like any normal person, time collapsed and I began to think of the worse to happen to my young lover. I quickly picked up the phone and started to dial his number, alert but wincingly in fright. Nick’s soothing soft voice came over on the phone only to be an answering machine, “Hello, you have reached me when I am not home, Please excuse the absence and leave your name/number. Thank you, have a good day now folks.” I prepped my thoughts by chewing on nails, pacing the room as if it was a catwalk and I was an unaware model. My heart was in such a thunder; I had felt lost in a combat bomb field, as if army boots were stuck in my throat trying to beat my heart down.
I love you, repeatedly haunted my mind now. I will never leave you, filled my veins of poison, of stress. I waited in the corridors of a hospital, exhausted with my soft flushed cheeks stained with tiny streams of tears. I had gotten a call 10 minutes after dialing Nick’s, he had been in a wreck with another car piled up in the rain, and it wasn't looking too good for him. I was allowed to see Nick after a couple of hours, laying helpless in innocent white sheets, contraptions of all sorts connected to his body, his eyes thin slits on his still handsome face. He whispered and stuttered “I love you,” out, I wept by his side. His last words were meant for me...and I could bare no stories to this man again, of how I loved him true also.
Years before we had realized the passion we carried for each other, Nick and I were best friends. When we were teenagers of course we teased about the dates we went on, we partied late and laughed at the drinkers getting wasted, it was a good time. We grew up together in Coos Bay, Oregon; we’ve shared just about everything in our lives because of close friendships between families and similar likes/dislikes. As time passed by, confessing our love was so easy, it needed no words.
Stomping out of my bedroom, my red silk dress clings hugging to curves restlessly. I had been waiting nervously for hours, on the couch worried by the silent phone. Two hours ago...I was excited, pumped and ready like destined to discuss our future plans and happy on going relationship with my true childhood love. Like any normal person, time collapsed and I began to think of the worse to happen to my young lover. I quickly picked up the phone and started to dial his number, alert but wincingly in fright. Nick’s soothing soft voice came over on the phone only to be an answering machine, “Hello, you have reached me when I am not home, Please excuse the absence and leave your name/number. Thank you, have a good day now folks.” I prepped my thoughts by chewing on nails, pacing the room as if it was a catwalk and I was an unaware model. My heart was in such a thunder; I had felt lost in a combat bomb field, as if army boots were stuck in my throat trying to beat my heart down.
I love you, repeatedly haunted my mind now. I will never leave you, filled my veins of poison, of stress. I waited in the corridors of a hospital, exhausted with my soft flushed cheeks stained with tiny streams of tears. I had gotten a call 10 minutes after dialing Nick’s, he had been in a wreck with another car piled up in the rain, and it wasn't looking too good for him. I was allowed to see Nick after a couple of hours, laying helpless in innocent white sheets, contraptions of all sorts connected to his body, his eyes thin slits on his still handsome face. He whispered and stuttered “I love you,” out, I wept by his side. His last words were meant for me...and I could bare no stories to this man again, of how I loved him true also.
