November 9, 2010

• I broke up with nut job Rob and stole someone's boyfriend. His name is David, but everyone calls him by his character's name, Jester.

   

   

  Time slows down and my bed becomes the center of the universe as I run my fingers through dark purple curls. Looking into chocolate brown eyes as you lifted my hand to your lips I can feel the butterflies bubble up inside of me. You're like the drum beat of a song, the kind I listen for every time; in the background you're holding everyone together. We broke you out, set you loose with all of your friends warmly accepting your arrival. The leash you were on left a ring around your neck, but I can hide that with little bite marks and lipstick smudges. And we're at the party with everyone we know, everyone wants to take a shot with you, talk to you, see how you are now that she's not breathing over your shoulder- but you're looking at me, with those eyes that say: take me home with you tonight. And my answer is yes. It always was.

   

  We went outside to talk and the weather finally has started to cool down, it is almost beginning to feel like fall. You pushed the hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ears as you let the moonlight sweep over my face mixed with lights from the parking lot structure, you told me I was beautiful. I believed it. You kissed me, and almost every time you do before you're about to stop you would bite my lower lip and send little chills up my spine. And leaving took an hour simply because everyone wanted us to stay, wanted to take more shots with us and laugh with us and snap pictures and jump on the beds of the hotel room together. But then there you were, sliding into the seat next to me. I couldn't believe we pulled it off. And driving to my house, that long drive home where I had to keep the wheel steady as my heart raced- you told me about how you had left and how you couldn't be happier.

   

  Getting to the apartment, clothing on my floor in 30 seconds flat we were kissing and crashing into each other like ocean waves. And that moment we finally fell into each other felt natural, like it was always supposed to be that way. And you kept me up all night, telling me sweet nothings with Jack Daniel's on your breath. Telling me things like, "I always wanted to wake up next to you"... and I would say, "then you have to let me sleep first.." The laughter was constant, holding hands and kisses kisses kisses. The morning came and soberly you kissed my forehead and said, "I'm so happy."

  I had to run errands for my mom and you came along. Outside of the grocery store you spun me around like we were dancing and kissed me this long, sensual kiss and I could feel people watching us. You carried groceries and kissed me in every isle we went down. You held my hand and stood in a long line with me to get bagels, you drank orange juice and told me about growing up in California. We both miss the ocean, the shore, the sound of the water rushing in- missing two different oceans together made us smile.

  And we spent an entire day of talking, learning each other, making love and laughing. Putting on movies and ignoring them because we talked, kissed, played, poked and tickled each other. Learning each other's bodies, backgrounds, and different struggles. You spent one more night with me but this time only woke me up once and my body felt sore and spent as we fell asleep tangled together. Waking up next to you, I knew it would be a little while before it could happen again and I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay right there in bed with you infinitely.

  But we had to, you had to get to your brother-in-laws house an hour away from my apartment. The entire time you were with me she was threatening to file a missing person's report if you didn't come back; and you said, "But I'm not lost, I'm found," and looked right into my eyes when you said it. Sweet nothings in spanish, we went to IHOP on our first date- you folded up the check for me and said keep it for your memory box. Kissing at the gas pump we got told to get a room, laughed our way through the drive. Both of us dreading the idea of parting.

  Outside of the car we stood kissing and hugging and whispering this isn't goodbye, its see you later... we'll be together again soon. I only want you. Just you.

   

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