I do all these crazy things
So that one day
They’d remind me that
I was once this crazy for you.
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I do all these crazy things
Come down and hug me.
She had missed his message, therefore hurried back towards the hall; the crowd was filtering out in the opposite direction.
As she entered the place, she saw him in the centre of the room, and she stopped a while at the entrance to watch him. The way he talked and laughed with the journalists, the charmer he was for the cameras. He was always meant to be there.
I’m so proud of you.
She was happy to be there, just watching him from the side, smiling to see him the way he was.
A proximity that was near enough, and they could never be closer.
I’ve been feeling so
Close to you, it’s like
Your soul is drawing mine
Into its embrace.
Have you ever been to Paris?
No, but I’ve been kissed by a Frenchman, so you could say I’ve had a taste of France.
I’ll bring some French wine when we meet, then our kiss will get a French taste.
French taste, Italian body.
I am referring to the wine, of course.
How oft could two prompts in one prose fit, and
How oft would two halves in one lifetime meet?
There he stood in his suit, its sheen subtly accentuating the contours of his body beneath it. The corners of his lips curved into a smile as his eyes met mine.
“Sorry I took a while; had to settle the guys first.”
“They’re on their way home?”
He took a step towards me and I caught the scent of him – a strong mingle of the fragrance he wore and that distinct maleness that was him. The surreality of being this close to him again was swiftly overtaken by the reality of it.
Just a breath away.
Sidling past me through the doorway, he entered the room as I closed the door behind us. Turning around, I looked up to see him regarding me in a relaxed yet intense gaze. I smiled and walked towards him. In the instance I took him into my arms, I felt his around me, and for what seemed like an eternity afterwards, I was contented to remain where I was, a comforting warmth flooding my whole being.
“I’m so proud of you tonight. And I’m so glad I’m actually here to see it.”
“I’m glad you are here too.”
Pulling myself away slightly, I looked into his eyes meaningfully.
“So now we’re here.”
“There’s nowhere else I could be.”
My gaze dropped to where my fingers were playfully teasing his blazer button. Biting my lip in a grin, I glanced back up. He was watching me. Then, he reached out and gently fingered the topmost clasp of the string of three that held my blouse together. He gazed intently at it, as though examining it in detail.
“How does this work?”
“This is the traditional way of wearing the blouse, held together with this chain of brooches.”
“Ah, I see.”
Still fingering the brooch, he proceeded to depress the surface with his thumb as his finger slid the slender pin behind aside. Pulling it gently away from the folds it held together, he brought it down slowly then released it, letting it hang precariously from its chain as I gasped, feeling a sudden loosening at my neckline.
“So that’s how it works.”
I blushed as he drew closer; I could feel his breath on my lips and his hand low on my back, pulling me in towards him.
“That it is.”
In that moment, time seemed to have stilled and us rendered motionless, except for my quickened breathing and pounding heart. I could feel his lowered gaze on me, and I hung, half fearful, half yearning, on it.
And then, our souls ignited.
The room was spinning euphorically in a slow-motion whirlwind and I felt his arms urgently drawing me into him as I wrapped mine around his neck. His lips were pressed against mine and I could taste the soft moistness of his tongue in my mouth. He was fire, and so was I.
He began flowing into me, and as he did a warmth oozed from my very centre and flowed into my veins and across my body; it permeated every inch of my skin and my pores; it washed over my senses, what I feel and taste, hear and see, and I realised that I too was flowing into him.
The reunion of soul halves, the one I never knew I was searching for.
I was completed, perfected, washed ablaze. I was home.
And now that I know of your existence, I could never leave you alone.
A partner, like the word suggests
Should be someone on our side
Through our worst and our best;
In the former, stay them by our side
In the latter, with us celebrate delight
I may not make a cut above the rest
But I promise that I would do my best.
Like any afternoon we would meet, I was in his room. He was draped in his chair across from me, a relaxed look on his face as I twirled a pen between my fingers.
“So… what was your very first impression of me?”
“Well… I thought you were so proper and good.”
He smiled, a little smug. I smiled back, then continued.
“But when I got to know you better, it all changed…”
My turn to grin as he looked slightly annoyed.
“…I found that you had your own wacky perspective of looking at things, were witty and best of all, you could catch my puns. I love that. I like when someone can go deep with me.”
Looking visibly pleased, he grinned back as me. Then, a thought crossed his mind.
“Remember when you got angry and almost walked out on me? I was so worried you would.”
“Ah yeah…” I furrowed my brows as I remembered. “…but you know I’d never do that.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
I took a breath.
“Out of all of them, you are the best.”
He looked at me, the slightest hint of sadness in his eyes.
“I guess this is the last time we’re gonna be here like this.”
“Yeah well… you gotta go.”
I felt a twinge in my heart.
“But hey, this is never really goodbye. I can always go meet you there, get a coffee or something. And there’s always Skype.”
He brightened up a little.
“Yeah, I guess that’s another way to look at it.”
I gave him a wink.
“So I’ll see you again.”
“Yeah, we’ll do just that.”
I had to smile. “Soon.”