The End.

  Its one of those beautiful summer days when things were looking up. He had just become a licensed driver earlier in the day and came over to finish his script. He’s writing a comedy this time, with actual words! Wow. I felt good I was wearing a new black dress and my old black high knee socks. I guess I looked pretty good since he kept stopping to kiss me. We agreed to keep the hormones to a minimum so we could focus on other aspects of our relationship, but it never really worked so well. 

“Don’t listen to me, don’t do what I say. Do what you want.” he said.

I knew what he meant since he was pressed to the inside of my thighs and my arms were loosely thrown around his neck. I continued to kiss him as if I hand’t been paying attention.

  “Are you going to feel bad afterwards?”

“No because this time we’ll be together afterwards, it only happens when I leave and I’m not with you”

My lips continued to lock with his, slow and softly. And I pull away to look him in the eyes.

“I love you”

  “I know” he said as if he knew he was letting me down.

I couldn’t help but lay back down and look away. My legs still locked around his torso

  “What are you thinking, please talk to me... You can tell me.”

“No. no I cant.”

  “Please Maria tell me...”

He moves to sit in the rolling chair while my legs still hang off the high bed and I continue to stare at a white wall.

“It just scares me.. It scares me that you cant tell me you love me.... Because you’re not sure. And I love you so much...”

  “You know why I do that.” he interrupted.

“It still scared me.”

I pull my dress down and sit up.

“I know you’re not happy any more...” I began as I looked at the hardwood floors.

  “The only thing that makes me happy is my writing, knowing that people feel the same way I do, even if they don’t tell me.”

“Well maybe you need to focus more on that, than everything else...”

   “But... You are everything else.”

I can’t even get the words out because I’m trying not to cry , I bite my lip so hard I can taste the metallic blood flood along my teeth.

“I know.”

He just sits there and holds me as I cry into his white shirt and gasp in breaths of his sweet scent.

We are both so hurt 

  “I tried so hard, I really did.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t to break your heart” he said with tears flowing down his face.

We just held each other and cried.

“I love you.”

  “I love you more”

“I love you most,” there was a long pause while we just stared at each others tear streaked faces.

“I always knew that was true.”

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a near typical muddle so many lovers experience when there is more to life than just the two. So often there's an intruder, creativity, industry, family, whatever and more.. and emotions are trapped in too many places. I find this so understandably sad .. seems to be unanswerable and the ending is more an echo of a slamming door.

Not sure of the tenses in the first line.. but otherwise this an incredibly fine story, natural diaglogue, and characters who could so easily be developed. Many thanks for sharing.